EMILY’S POV.

I trudged on the road like a lifeless being. It had been too much shock for me to handle all at once.

The gentle night breeze blew strands of my hair softly across my face, but I didn’t even bother brushing them away. I couldn’t feel my heart beating. It felt like it had stopped beating.

What did I want to do? Did I wish to cry? Run? Curse, and scream?

Everything about the night had been traumatizing…

John’s Uncle, smashing the heirloom John was so protective of, ...