Emma still stood by the window, her gaze fixed on the city glittering with lights outside, her mind sinking deep into chaotic thoughts. The room was so quiet that she could clearly hear each breath she took, each heartbeat pounding in her chest. She knew these peaceful moments would not last long.
And just as she had expected, a moment later, there was a knock on the door of her hospital room. The sound was gentle, yet carried a sense of determination, as if the person knocking was trying to restrain their urgency. Emma did not need to look to know who was outside. Jackson had arrived, and she felt a powerful wave of emotion rise inside her, both nervous and somewhat ashamed because she had gone against his wishes.
She took a deep breath, trying to prepare herself for the conversation to come. Emma knew Jackson would not easily accept her decision, and this meeting would certainly not be calm. But she had made her choice, and she had to face every consequence of it.
