else.
I did not answer for her. Every instinct I owned was screaming to answer for her, and I held my tongue, because there are doors a mother cannot walk through on her child’s behalf. The handle was on Emily’s side. It had to be her hand.
She swallowed. Her voice came out cracked and small.
“I want them out.”
Jason’s face hardened. “Emily.”
She said it continue reading …
