Emma's POV

A week had passed since that fateful night, and things had started to look a little brighter. My mom's health was improving steadily, the doctors said she was responding well to the treatments. Every day I woke up with a renewed sense of hope. She had always been the center of my world, and the thought of her getting better was the only thing that kept me going.

But there was another thing on my mind: Mr. Preston. I still couldn't get over the way he had helped me, the way he had ...