Chapter 11 Deal

• Emma’s POV
• I rolled to the other side of the bed with a tired yawn, stretching my arms before swinging my legs over the edge. My body felt heavy, weighed down not just by sleep but by the thoughts swirling in my mind. Dragging myself to the dressing table, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. “Oh, goodness,” I muttered under my breath. My messy hair and dark circles were evidence of a restless night.
• Pushing the thoughts aside, I shuffled to the bathroom. The events of last night replayed in my head like an annoying broken record. Bianca’s words echoed loud and clear, refusing to let me rest. “Consider your sick mom. Do you really want her to die in that bed?”