STEVENEmely was trembling in the passenger seat, her body leaning to one side, one hand pressed firmly against her jaw as if she were afraid her face would fall apart if she let go. I started the engine with hands that were still shaking, then drove faster than I should have, barely caring about the road ahead.“Em, look at me,” I said, stealing a quick glance at her. “Don’t fall asleep. Listen to my voice.”She nodded faintly. Her movements were stiff, her breathing short and uneven. Dried blood marked the corner of her lips, stark against her pale, cold skin.“It hurts,” she murmured. Her voice sounded incomplete, as if something inside her was holding it back, as if every word required effort.I swallowed hard. “I know. We’re almost there. Just hold on a little longer, okay?”The traffic lights felt unbearably slow. A horn blared insistently behind us, but I didn’t care. All I could see was Emely, and the guilt pressing harder against my chest with every passing second. I should h
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