Stephanie

I wake with a vague recollection of being afraid. What the hell was I afraid of? My dad? Is something wrong with dad?

‘Kayla,’ Ema says sounding weak.

“Oh my goddess, Kayla!” I say, shooting up in bed.

“No, no, no, Stephanie! You need to lie down. Relax, calm down. You’re okay,” Will says, taking my face in his hands. He looks as exhausted as Ema sounds.

I grab onto his hands. “What about Kayla? Is she okay? What happened?”

“Look at me,” Will says, his voice ...