Emma POV

The next morning felt wrong.

Not bad.

Not exactly.

Just... wrong.

I sat on the edge of the chair beside Sophy's hospital bed, staring at the pale sunlight spilling through the window.

The room was quiet except for the steady beeping of the monitor.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

A sound I had grown used to.

A sound that should have comforted me.

But this morning, it didn't.

My hands rested in my lap, fingers twisting together nervously.

I hadn't slept much.

Every time I closed my ...