Emma had finally been discharged from the hospital and Alex had taken her home and helped her settle in her room, while Sarah arranged her blanket like she was a baby all over again. They didn't say much that evening. They were just grateful she was alive.
The next morning, Emma was still in her room sleeping. Before she opened her eyes, she had heard the faint murmur of voices, Alex's deep tone and Sarah's lighter, slightly anxious one. They'd been whispering, trying not to wake her. Her head still throbbed a little, and her body felt heavier than usual. Then she opened her eyes slowly and saw Alex sitting on the edge of her bed, with an unreadable expression. Sarah was beside him, quiet, arms crossed.
She tried to smile anyway. "Hey…"
It barely came out. And when Alex didn't smile back, a sharp twist settled in her stomach. She already knew what was coming.
