Gratitude is welling up in me, and it’s sort of confusing because I don’t want to have a lot of good feelings toward Emma, but also she has offered to do several things for me, and all of them mean a lot. She’s also pretending not to notice the fact that my eyes are weirdly misty right now. “Thank you.” “You’re worth it,” she says, and I’m glad she doesn’t look at me.
