The EMTs and Dr. Whale stood in the sheriff’s station with a stretcher as Mary Margaret knelt down next to Emma, who was still clutching to the sheriff’s lifeless body, and placed her hand on her shoulder.
"Emma," she said as comfortingly as she could, "it’s time to let him go."
Her hands clutched onto his vest and she shook her head. Emma opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Mary Margaret moved her hand from her friend’s shoulder onto hers, wrapping her fingers gently around Emma’s.
"It’s ok, Emma," she said, loosening Emma’s grip on Graham’s vest.
Emma succumbed to Mary Margaret’s notion and dropped her arms down from his body, feeling completely defeated. She watched, still sitting on the floor now in Mary Margaret’s arms, as Dr. Whale and the EMTs placed his body in the black bag on the stretcher and rolled out of the station.
A fresh wave of tears flowed down her cheeks as Emma said, “I-I didn’t get to say goodbye.”
Mary Margaret knew nothing she could say would make things better so she just continued to sit on the floor with her friend and hold her close until she was ready to move on.