Her face crumples, and tears run down her cheeks. She stares down at the mask, her breath turning ragged. “You remembered. It’s so beautiful. What did I do to deserve you?” I place a hand on her arm. “Are you okay?” “Yes,” she says, her voice choked. My jaw tightens. This isn’t like Emberly at all. She should be crying happy tears, not looking pained. “Tell me what’s wrong.” “I just feel weird.” She bows her head.