Emma's POV

I woke up to the sound of my alarm, and for a moment, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling. My body felt sore in places I didn't even know could get sore, but I refused to dwell on it. I had more important things to focus on-like visiting my mom at the hospital. 

I groaned, dragging myself out of bed and heading straight for the bathroom. A quick shower did little to wash away the lingering guilt that clung to me like a second skin. You did it for Mom, Emma. That's all ...