Emma POV

I woke up to cold.

Not the soft kind that comes with morning.

This one bit into my skin.

My body hurt. Everywhere. A deep ache that made me whimper before I even opened my eyes. My head throbbed like something heavy lived inside it, beating, beating.

I pushed myself up slowly.

The room was dim. Bare walls. A single door. The air smelled old. Rusty. Like tears that had dried too many times.

I was alone.

That thought hit harder than the pain.

Alone.

My chest tightened. My hand ...