Emmy Winslow looked at me without the slightest hint of panic. Instinctively, she shifted to the side, placing herself in front of a man who wore a loose jacket. When he lifted his head, my blood ran cold.It was Corbin Ellery, my best friend.The same Corbin who had clung to me at Emmy's funeral five years ago, sobbing until he passed out.My breathing stalled. I gripped the doorframe so hard my nails dug into the wood."You're alive." Even I could hear the tremor in my voice.Emmy looked at me with faint amusement. "You already heard everything, didn't you?"I stared at her face.Five years.I'd spent five years looking at that face in photographs, in dreams, and in the hallucinations that came with crushing depression.For five straight years, I hadn't slept through a single night because I missed her so much.The guilt had destroyed my appetite. I'd wasted away until I was barely 110 pounds.I truly believed I'd caused her death.My hand shot up, and the slap echoed thr
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