Emily's POV

“Wendy, I really don’t want to go,” I mumbled, dragging the pillow over my ears, trying to block out her voice.

She sighed and then pulled the blanket from my body, leaving me exposed. I shrank back instinctively, hugging the pillow to myself. “We have to go, Emily,” she said firmly. “And we have to go right now. Tyler’s already at the hospital.”

I groaned, pressing the pillow against my face again. “I really don’t want to go.”

She knelt beside me, her ...