Emmalee

Sybille rubs my back comfortingly while I try to get my emotions in check. She hasn't said a thing to me since the horrible news was dropped onto my lap like a nuclear bomb.

What's there to say, anyway?

Nothing apart from her presence would ever be enough. Words mean very little at a time like this, I've come to realize. When my parents died, everyone I encountered told me how sorry they were for my loss, some even going as far as saying that they'd take my pain away if they could.

I ...