Emily’s POV:
I try to get up and follow him, but I don’t even know what I would say to him.
He’s right. I should have gone after him. There were threats on my life, and Hunter’s life, but that is no excuse. I should have gone and brought him back home. But I didn’t and I don’t know how I will ever make that up to him.
I sit back down on the bed and lean my head into my hands. I don’t want to think about it anymore, but I have nothing else to think about just laying here in this bed. I go over and pick up my k****e that Hunter got me for christmas. I have been trying to read when I am not being threatened or have my life in danger. I sit on the couch and grab a blanket from the basket. I pull up a book and begin reading.
The door slams open.
Oh brother, here we go again. I think to
