It's been a long week. The secret has been heavy to carry. Keeping Emily's return a secret is what Zayn and Chris insisted that we do.
It has been hard for me not to talk to Candy about it. I understand the complexity of the situation but I didn't agree with keeping this from Candy but I didn't have much of a choice.
In the dimly lit room, the three of us sit closely, the air heavy with anticipation and the quiet hum of the medical machines.
Emily, looking frail but determined, begins to unravel her ordeal. She has gotten so much better.
"Everything started to blur the day before Megan...,"
Emily pauses, her voice catching, and Zayn reaches out, offering a reassuring squeeze on her hand.
She takes a deep breath and continues,
"They moved me at night, always at night. The day Megan died, I heard them arguing outside the room. They were panicked, scared that someone might find out where I was."
I lean in, urging her gently,
