“No, it’s just a method I find works with you.” Emma discards her mug and sits back, ready to listen, bringing a sense of calm to the table. I smile, despite myself, and shake my head at her. I hate that she always knows how to get through to me, yet I am glad she does.

“What do you want me to say? I’m sorry I took off? I’m sorry I’m such a disappointment to all of you? Is that what you want to hear? I’m sorry I got so reckless and wild that my parents tried to control ...