"Can I ask you a question, Mia?" Emily broke the silence that had surrounded us as we watched a Netflix show in Harper's room.
Truthfully, I don't think any of us are watching it. Emily had put it on after we had eaten, but I couldn't tell you what I ate, if any of what was handed to me was eaten at all, or even how many episodes have passed. I've been staring at the wall, lost in the tangled mess that is my thoughts.
It's all I ever do it seems, is think, and think some more. So many twisted roads and branches in my mind, even I'm having a hard time keeping up.
"Sure," I blink hard when I turn to face her, the white wall causing my eyes to hurt from the instant contrast.
Emily pauses the show, freezing on an image of a girl with tears in her eyes, watching me carefully or is it maybe
