Emma's POV

I didn't want to leave my bed. 

After everything that had happened today, I just wanted to lay there, unmoving, letting the world spin without me. But my stomach had other plans. 

The damn thing had been growling for the past fifteen minutes, reminding me that, despite my tragic life choices, I still needed food to survive. 

With a groan, I rolled over, kicked off the blanket, and forced myself up. My body felt heavy, my head a little foggy from sleep, but I ...