Emma POV

For a second, I couldn’t hear anything.

Not the machines.

Not the voices behind me.

Not even my own breathing.

All I could see was Clara’s hand… locked in his.

Lucas.

My chest tightened so hard it felt like something inside me tore.

“No…” I whispered.

She didn’t move.

Didn’t pull away.

Didn’t even look guilty.

That was what broke me.

I stepped forward quickly, my fingers grabbing her wrist before I could stop myself.

“Come with me.”

My voice shook, but I didn’t ...