He nods at Emma. “When I was a little boy, I was always really scared of unfamiliar things. Strangers, or situations, it didn’t matter, I was scared of them, and I always wished that I could have my own little corner to hide in whenever it got too much for me. So I thought maybe you’d like this.” Emma is staring at the tent with mouth and eyes wide open, wonderment written all over her face. “Mine?” she croaks.
