Emily's POV -

I've lost count on how many times I woke in the night breaking out in cold sweats. Every dream always ended with Jake standing in front of me, his hand clutching a gun before he raised it and pulled the trigger.

My eyes snap open and I struggle to breathe as I glance at my surroundings, feeling out of place. The door opens and I instantly bury myself back against the wall, pulling the covers over me.

"Emily."

I hear footsteps and the covers are pulled down, exposing my shaking form. I lie with my hands over my head protectively, whimpering and quivering in the dark room....