Emily didn't dare look at him again.
She stared at the wall instead, pressing her palms to her warm cheeks, willing herself to calm down.
*It's fine. Kellan doesn't know anything. He can't know anything.*
She snuck one more glance at him anyway.
Her face burned hotter.
She squeezed her eyes shut.
*Stop it, Emily.*
She splashed cold water on her face in the bathroom until her skin prickled, then stood gripping the edge of the sink until the heat faded.
Better.
She was drying her hands when her phone rang.
Unknown number—but she recognized the prefix immediately. The hospital.
"Hello?"
"Emily? You need to come now. Your mother—she's on the rooftop."
The words hit her like a fist.
She didn't wait for anything else. She ran.
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Roland was already pulling up to the hospital entrance by the time she arrived, breathless.
She looked up.
A slight figure stood at the edge of the roof, hospital gown whipping in the wind.
Emily's throat closed.
"Mom—"
