"Can you just stop and tell me what the f**k is going on?" Emily shouted, her eyes glossy with unshed tears. "You can’t just drag me out of this hotel without telling me where we’re going."
"Edward is dead!" Mary said.
Emily’s eyes widened, and it felt like life was draining out of her, leaving her paralyzed. She stumbled back two steps until her back hit the wall, her mind replaying Mary’s words. "Wha… what did you say?"
"I’m sorry, Emily."
"No, but… but you said. You told me he was okay. You told me this morning that it was just the media and—"
"They haven’t announced it yet, but his body was…" Mary struggled for the right word, "…his body was really burned. Too burned."
"That’s… that’s a lie…" Tears started streaming down Emily’s cheeks. "You’re lying. You just want me to go with
