Chapter 31
MYLES
I didn’t sleep last night, but I’ve never slept well here. I’ve waited an entire year to see Emma, the Emma I pushed off the bridge, again. Each night I wondered if I’d made the wrong decision. Would she come back?
I can’t even explain the relief of seeing her face yesterday, but watching her cry when I couldn’t touch or hold her close tore me up inside.
I follow the guard to the visitation area, fully expecting to see Emma sitting on the other side of the glass.
But it isn’t her.
It’s Sam.
His face is in his hands when I sit in front of him. His bloodshot eyes look up at me, bringing the phone to his ear.
My heart is racing as I do the same. “Where’s Emma?”
“She isn’t coming.”
This doesn’t make sense. I saw her yesterday and she said she’d come back. “Why? What’s wrong?”
“Myles,” he whispers. “Emma is dead.”