“You’re going to want to clean the house like it’s a wound you can bandage. You’re going to want to tell me what she would’ve wanted, what I should do, how I should feel.”
Jason’s jaw tightens, guilty.
Emily’s eyes flash with defensiveness.
I hold up a hand. “I’m not mad. I get it.”
I take a breath.
“But I need you to understand something.continue reading …
