What was happening?
I shook my head in disbelief. “What is going on? Just tell me already!” I demanded, growing more worried and confused about this whole thing.
Emmett looked horrible, and I wondered if he was having some kind of mental breakdown. “Do I need to get you to a doctor? Or should we talk to Mr.
Carlson togeth–” “No!” he interrupted immediately. “Don’t tell him I said anything. He can’t know that I know… Or that you know.
Promise me. You can’t trust him.”