Emily's POV

　　"What is it that you wanted to talk about?" I asked, looking at her, with my hand crossed over my chest. I had no hostile feelings towards her, I was just tired. I had cried my eyes out earlier, forcing myself to come out of the shock of Berton being hit by the car. I couldn't believe that he had been hit instead of me.

　　Everything happened so quickly that I was still stunned by it. I watched her move closer. Her eyes were blank but she looked calm. ...