Emily's POV

My heart felt like it was splitting in two. The paper slipped from my fingers, lightly falling to the floor. I clutched my chest, trying to breathe but failing.

Wendy grabbed me immediately. “Emily…”

I couldn’t speak. My hands were ice-cold, shaking uncontrollably. The word kept echoing in my head. Positive.

“It’s… I told you, Wendy,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “We shouldn’t have come here.”

“Emily…”

“We shouldn’t have come here,” I said ...