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LUCAS’ POV.
My eyes widened as Emily fell against me.
“Emily!” I held her belly, which was bleeding, and took off my coat. It seemed to be a little too big to tie around her securely, but I wrapped it around her tightly. She coughed, and blood spilled down her mouth, dribbling down her chin.
Her whole face was contorted in pain, twisting as she groaned. Her bloodied hand held on to my white shirt, and she squeezed, trying to hold on.
“I got you… I got you….” I said, still trying to stop the bleeding.
My heart was racing, and cold sweat rolled down the side of my face. John had actually done it. He had dared to shoot Emily.
“It’s… it’s not my fault. You made me shoot her.” John said, in a terrified voice. “You did. You did, Lucas. You killed her. You should have just left…”
“Agh
