The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 3

by Beth Brower

And I hadn’t realised until that moment how much I’ve missed that feeling, of someone inside your four walls watching out for you. The feeling that home isn’t just a place, but also people. I’ve forgotten it could be.

learned a long time ago that my happiness has to be separate from the things beyond my control.”

“Does he read?” “Oh, I expect not. How else would one remain so incredibly stupid?