Emily's POV

“I’ll do it.” I said. “I’ll take care of her.”

The room went quiet.

Every pair of eyes snapped toward me. Miss Samantha’s lips parted, trembling slightly.

“Emily, dear… are you sure?” she asked.

Davis frowned deeply, stepping forward a little. “Miss Miller… are you sure you can do that? I—” He shook his head. “I don’t think you should.”

I met his gaze. “It’s fine,” I said gently despite the throbbing in my arm. “Really. I mean… I ...