CORRIE

I bit on my nails nervously, my legs moved back and forth as I watch the doctor give Emmette a checkup. Guilt was a heavy weight to process and I couldn't help but wonder if this had anything to do with me. Emmette looked so tired, I didn't want to imagine what he could have gone through for the past week since we had been apart.

"He's fine Mrs Nash." The doctor audibly called to me. I paused, tilting my gaze towards them.

"But why did he collapse?" I asked, recalling memories of Devon's father passing out on numerous occasions before he finally passed away. He had arrhythmia and...