Emma's POV
I wanted to go to my room, but I decided not to. I knew I was being followed; this was no pregnancy hormones; someone was following me.
And like any curious person would do, I walked past my room, pretending to continue the journey down the hallway. I quickened my pace; my heart raced with every step I took. I was being followed; I was sure of it.
When I got to a corner, I turned and pressed myself against the wall, holding my breath in place. I waited for a while and then began to hear footsteps. I knew I was going to make a sound, so I covered my mouth with my sweaty palms, then prepared myself to attack whoever was stalking me.
My hands were clenched into fists, as if I could use that to scare away the person, but I didn't care; at least it would do something. As the f
