Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 28

She was home alone, and her phone was charging on the nightstand across the room. Emma struggled to crawl over to it, to grab it and dial 911, but her body was completely devoid of strength.

Her illness was acting up, and this time it was severe.

A warm stream trickled from her nose. Emma painstakingly lifted her head to face the floor. A second later, blood began to drip steadily from her nostrils. She had no tissues, only able to wipe at it feebly with the back of her hand.

The bleeding intensified, nearly forming a small pool on the floor.

Emma’s body was limp, but she had to maintain her position facing the ground. She didn’t dare lie down. If she did, the blood would flow back down her throat, and she would likely suffocate.

The instinct for survival forced her to hold the position, despite her weakness.

Tonight, the bedroom curtains hadn’t been fully drawn, leaving a small gap. The golden moonlight filtered through the sheer fabric, scattering in spots in front of her.

She instinctively looked for the source of the light and saw that the moon outside the window was perfectly round—a bright, golden orb hanging in the deep blue night sky.

Emma tried to lift her head toward the moon, a faint smile pulling at her lips.

She felt like a survivor in a hopeless situation, waiting for death, able to do nothing but gaze at the moon to soothe her fear and trepidation.

They say that before a person dies, their entire life flashes before their eyes.

And at that moment, fittingly, the moon from her childhood in Riverside Millford appeared in her mind.

Emma felt like she was dying, because now, she too was starting to reminisce.

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