Emily’s POV:
Everything happened in slow motion. Jacob let go of the arrow. The arrow passed me. I reached for the arrow and screamed for my mom. I felt the fletching touch my finger tip. My mom fell to the ground hard. Blood quickly soaked her shirt and started to come out of her mouth every time she coughed.
Everything was replaying in my head. In no way could I have saved her. I sat in the front row at her funeral. The whole pack showed up and gave me their condolences.
My whole body was numb watching the casket get lowered into the ground. Flashbacks of the moment she died have been on repeat in my head all day.
“Emily. E-Emily listened. Go home and in my dr-r-resser there is a letter for you from your father. In that envelope is also the information for your b-bank account. Plea
