We just look at each other, and I don’t care that he’s gorgeous and screwed up. I care that he really gets what’s going on. Sees it.Sees me.Since her mother's sudden death, Emma’s been, unable to really grieve, because in a way, her mum’s still there – kept ‘alive’ by machines for the sake of the baby growing inside her.And as Emma watches her old life fall apart around her, it sometimes feels like she’s the one who died instead. Like she needs someone to remind her how to breathe.Until she...
