Emily's POV.

Time didn’t move. Not really. It dragged like my heart was being pulled through broken glass.

Smith had fallen asleep with his head in my lap, his fingers still knotted in my blouse. My eyes burned from crying but I couldn't stop. Every time I blinked, I saw Cole. Lying there. Pale. Covered in blood. My mind kept replaying it like some sick, broken reel on loop. I could still feel the heat of his body when he collapsed against me. The sound he made when the bullets hit. That guttural noise. Like his soul was yanked out of him.

Hours passed. Or maybe it was just one....