Part 22 Upd | Emily's Diary

So I told her. Not everything — some doors stay closed — but enough. Enough for her to pull me into a hug so tight I felt my ribs protest. Enough for her to say, “You don’t have to be brave alone.”

— Emily

She didn’t yell. That’s the worst part. She just sat on the edge of my bed, holding the paper like it might break, and asked: “Is this why you’ve been crying in the shower?” emily's diary part 22

I hope she’s right.