Emily's POV
“I’ll do it.” I said. “I’ll take care of her.”
The room went quiet.
Every pair of eyes snapped toward me. Miss Samantha’s lips parted, trembling slightly.
“Emily, dear… are you sure?” she asked.
Davis frowned deeply, stepping forward a little. “Miss Miller… are you sure you can do that? I—” He shook his head. “I don’t think you should.”
I met his gaze. “It’s fine,” I said gently despite the throbbing in my arm. “Really. I mean… I could talk to Skylar. I already can.” I glanced at the girl trembling beside me. “And I’ll help her recover.”
I exhaled softly. “I just need to learn everything,” I added. “Everything about what triggers her, what calms her, what she needs. If I understand her… I’m pretty sure I can handle it.”
Skylar looked u
