Chapter 8 An Invitation

• Emma's POV
• A week had passed since that fateful night, and things had started to look a little brighter. My mom's health was improving steadily, the doctors said she was responding well to the treatments. Every day I woke up with a renewed sense of hope. She had always been the center of my world, and the thought of her getting better was the only thing that kept me going.
• But there was another thing on my mind: Mr. Preston. I still couldn't get over the way he had helped me, the way he had seen my need and just... acted. It had left an imprint on me, and I found myself thinking about him more often than I cared to admit. His generosity had meant more to me than he probably realized. The money he had given me had taken such a huge weight off my shoulders. I was forever grateful for it. Not just for the money itself, but for the kindness he had shown me when I needed it most. I had tried to tell him how much I appreciated it, but words never seemed enough.