“Did something happen after that trip? Maybe that could have triggered an old scar or memory?” Emma squeezes my fingers, pulling over a box of tissues on the table, and pushes them to me. I take one with my free hand and wipe my face, not crying properly, more of leaking fluid from my eyes, while I still feel pretty wiped out inside.

“No, not that I can think of. Life, school starting, and parents making me feel pressured to choose a career path. Arrick moved to the city to take ...