Emma Carter
Too Late... Maybe Not
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Emma Carter had convinced herself she made the right choice.
Five years ago she left for another man, believing the promises of a better life. It hadn't taken long for those promises to turn into lies. Arguments became routine, affection disappeared, and every passing year only reminded her of the man she'd abandoned.
Then the phone rang.
An unknown number.
Are you... Emma Carter?
...Yes?
I'm calling from St. Michael's Hospital. You're listed as 's emergency contact.Her heart stopped.
He was involved in a serious accident.Everything after that became a blur. She grabbed her keys, but her boyfriend blocked the front door.
Where do you think you're going?
Move.
He's your ex. Why do you even care?Tears welled in her eyes.
Because I never stopped loving him.His expression hardened.
So you're just going to run back to him?She shoved past him.
I already made one mistake. I'm not making another.She ignored the shouting behind her, drove faster than she ever had, and spent the entire trip praying she wasn't too late. Minutes later, the hospital doors slid open. The smell of disinfectant filled the air as nurses rushed past. Her hands shook so badly she could barely speak.
I'm... I'm here for .The receptionist looked up from her computer before pointing toward the intensive care unit.
He just got out of surgery.Emma Carter took a slow, trembling breath before walking toward the ICU doors, terrified of what she was about to find... and wondering if the man she had broken all those years ago would even want to see her.