lost and alone, like she was wandering through a dense forest without a map. As she navigated the complex emotions that swirled inside her, Emma couldn't help but wonder if she had been blind to the

atever it took to regain her trust. But Emma's wou

e pain in Alex's eyes was palpable, but Emma couldn't bring herself to comfort him. She felt like she was staring at a stranger, someone she thought she knew but didn't recognize anymore. As the night wore

breaking the silence. Emma looked at him, her eyes searching for answers. "I don't know," she replied honestly. "I need time to think." Time. It was a luxury she wasn't sure she had. The clock was ticking, and Emma knew that every passing moment brought her closer to a crossroads. Would she choose to stay and fight