Emma POV

The voices behind me were getting louder, sharper, heavier.

Bella was still talking. Lucas too. Ethan’s voice cut through theirs every few seconds, cold and controlled, but my head could barely hold the sound anymore.

Everything hurt.

Clara’s words kept replaying over and over inside my mind like something stuck.

“You take everything.”

“I loved him first.”

My chest felt so tight I could hardly breathe properly.

I stood there for another second, trying to steady ...