EMORY'S POV
I had been pacing my room all night. The walls, once comforting, now felt suffocating, closing in on me as worry and anticipation about hearing from Dad pressed heavily on my chest.
Nana Bertha had been coaxing me to eat something, but I just couldn’t. Surprisingly, she wasn’t as insistent as usual.
Sleep eluded me as well. Every time I tried to close my eyes, Dad’s pale face and pained expression replayed in my mind. The anger in Geller’s eyes haunted me too—his threat that if something happened to Dad, he’d never forgive me. It all weighed on me, pressing down on my chest, crushing my heart with its heaviness.
My heart ached, knowing that Geller was blaming me for everything. But Sylvie had artfully manipulated the situation, twisting everything in her favor. I couldn’t h
