Chapter 18

"Emmy! Emmy!" William screamed into the dead phone line. His voice cracked with desperation as the call abruptly ended. In a panic, he threw himself off the bed, the heavy plaster on his leg hitting the floor with a thud. But he didn't feel it—not the pain, not the impact. A nurse burst in and saw Willaim crawling toward the window. Emily's name spilled from his lips over and over, his face soaked with tears. "Mr. Silverstein! You can't do this!" But William didn't seem to hear. He clawed his way up the window frame, his gaze locked on the distant sky, as though hoping to see her somewhere beyond the horizon. … Emily curled up on her couch, determined not to leave her house that weekend after everything that had happened. But then, a strange noise outside caught her attention. She peeked out the window and saw Keith standing below, calling her name. As always, he wore that sunny, carefree smile—the same one that never faltered, no matter how messy things got. No matter h