More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
Sometimes, Alix found herself pretending—in front of Emira—that she was about to eat leftovers for dinner.
In the most uncomfortable and cheap-looking chair Alix had ever seen, Emira put her hands to her face and cried.
The more it was shared, the lighter it seemed to be, which made the whole thing both better and worse.
The Thanksgiving invitation didn’t make her feel like family. What did was receiving a contract and 1095 tax form from Mrs. Chamberlain.
Emira dropped her head to the side, and this was when Alix recognized the Emira who had been coming to her home for months. The bored tilt in her voice. The cool air of annoyance.
