Emma's POV
I paced around the rooms, moving from corner to corner with the tears rolling down my cheeks and smudging my makeup. It was the first time in my life I could say that. It was getting late, almost morning, and the medical team was still at Halley's side, doing all they could to revive her; she was pulling through slowly, very slowly.
But the scary part, Mr. Hollen was on his way back home.
At 9:00 in the evening a black car pulled onto the pavement. Sharon stepped out carrying one of her suitcases with Mr. Hollen following right behind. They burst through the front door and walked over to me; I panicked.
"Who are you and where's Emma?" He demanded.
He didn't recognized me?!?Breathe, Emma, breathe.?I became speechless, wondering how to tell him it was me standing right in front of him.
"Sir, she's right here." I responded.
"Where?" He looked around.
What? Do I really look that different??"I am Emma."