EMILY'S POV
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Hallow and panic flood me, both feelings fighting one another to take over, and it leaves me with a numb feeling coursing through me. It feels like I can't move, but I'm walking up and down. It feels like I can't breathe, yet I can sniff and breathe fine. It feels like a mountain fell on my chest, and the weight of the thought of my mother dying is horrifying. Didn't I lose enough? Didn't I do enough to make her just live her life? Didn't I ensure her safety when I chose to stay? Was Nico right? Should I have just stayed out of it?
"She'll be fine," Haiden sits in the corner, slumped in the chair, his legs stretched out. He has a blank expression on his face, "How do you know?" I don't even know why I ask, but there's a part of me that needs to hear it. I need to hear tha
