THE AFTERMATH OF BETRAYAL
Emily drifted between consciousness and darkness.
She felt weightless. Floating. Untethered from reality.
Pain throbbed through her body, sharp and unrelenting, but it wasn’t what made her chest tighten.
The voices.
Distant. Muffled. Familiar.
One voice stood out.
Deep. Rough. Desperate.
"Emily, stay with me."
James.
His voice was strained—too weak.
Emily’s fingers twitched.
She tried to open her eyes, but her body refused to obey. Everything felt heavy.
The voices started to fade.
Her mind screamed at her to fight, to wake up—
But the darkness swallowed her whole.
And then—
Nothing.
Just the steady beeping of hospital machines in the distance.
WHEN SHE WAKES UP
Pain.
That was the first thing Emily felt when she clawed her way back to consciou
