EMMA’s POV :

- - - - One Month Later - - - -

I woke up this morning to an alarming text from Ian.

Ian: Emergency. Ally’s in the hospital. Call me ASAP.

I jolted from the bed and quickly called his phone. It rang for a few times before he finally picked up.

“Hey? What’s going on?” I said to the phone.

“It’s bad,” he sighed. “I found her lying unconscious in her apartment last night. I had to bring her to the hospital to get her stomach pumped. She was mixing alcohol and prescription drugs,”

“Oh, no…” I breathed. “How’s she doing now?”

“She’s okay now that...