chapter two hundred and two

Emily's POV

He was there. Finally, I could hug him, my husband, but at the same time, I couldn't exude that excitement. I was happy and at the same time, I wasn't, or rather, we weren't. There was so much suffering in that room that I couldn't contain myself and had to get away from it. I couldn't stay near all of that without feeling guilty. I thought it best to stay in one of the guest rooms. Of course, I didn't feel comfortable entering Tyler's or Olivia's room, let alone muster the courage to enter Louis's room. I couldn't believe Peter was dead, actually, it's impossible. Ethan isn't the type to kill; he would use the boy for some kind of blackmail or something like that. I know Tyler doesn't accept this story, but I also know he wants to give his friend all the support now; Luke doesn't deserve to go through this alone. Nobody does. I was staring at the trees through the windows when someone entered the room, catching my attention. It was Olivia.

"Peter isn't dead," she says, he