Emma’s POV
“There had to be another way, Emma!” Jake shouted for what felt like a hundredth time. “You didn’t have to do this!”
He was pacing in front of the window, waving his hands, and shouting at me. He looked angry and he didn’t even let me speak. Every time I tried to say something, he would cut me off.
Logan was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, letting Jake rant on and on.
“I had to do it, Jake,” I said. “I couldn't let my child suffer.”
Jake looked at me and narrowed his eyes.
“We would find a way to free her from it,” Jake said. “You would find a way.”
“And I did,” I said. “She is free from it.”
“Not like this, Emma,” Jake said, rolling his eyes. “Not by putting yourself in danger.”
I sighed and shook my head. Jake was the hardest one to convince. He opened his mouth to yell again, but he was interrupted when Daisy came running in.
“Emma!” she shouted as she ran toward me.