cold.
Emma collected what was left of her belongings. Her hands trembled when she touched the necklace her mother had given her, but she clasped it around her neck by herself. She did not look at Cody. She did not look at Denise. When she passed Richard, he tried to speak.
“Emma, you know I didn’t mean—”
“Yes, you did,” she said.
The foyer fell silent.continue reading …
