chapter eighty-eight

**EMILY POV**

"Mrs. MITCHELL?" The man in the white coat interrupted my thoughts.

"Yes?" I woke up from my nap, tossing my coat to the other seat.

"Your husband is awake; his condition is stable. He'll just need a few days of rest. I'll discharge him tomorrow morning," he said and left.

On the way to Justin's room, the images returned to my mind like a terrifying dream.

**Flashback on**

"I'm a Mitchel now." With that, I closed my eyes and shot.

I shot.

"You did it," Tyler grumbled, surprised.

"I killed her."

"You saved all of us."

I saw that his leg was bleeding; without hesitation, I took off my shirt and tied it around the wound. The fire began to spread towards us, and I grabbed his body, starting to pull him.

"It took more than ten minutes," I said as Justin entered the scene; he smiled and helped me with Tyler. I had just killed the woman who almost destroyed our lives; I had put an end to our torment. In the car, I stayed with Tyler in the back seat, and Justin drove. I turned t