Emma POV

I was sitting on the floor in my room with my knees pressed against my chest.

It was hard to breathe. It was hard to stop the tears falling from my eyes.

It was getting really hard keeping Eliza away. She was trying to push through. She was putting a lot of pressure on the barrier, trying to talk to me.

But I knew what she was going to say, and I didn’t want to listen to her.

My heart felt like it was breaking into a ...