For a moment she was a child again, sharing a room with her big sister. She smiled at her, and Emma smiled back. “What am I going to do with you, Trish? This is all so . . . I don’t even know what the word is. Beyond generous. You don’t even know my friends, and yet you took us all under your wing and turned our lives upside down in minutes. When I opened the door and saw you standing there, I almost blacked out. And then you said you needed me. Did you just say that so I wouldn’t turn you away? Why would you suddenly need me, of all people? I guess I am stupid, like Jeff says, because I don’t understand.” “I do need you, Emma,” Trish said, turning and propping herself up on one elbow. “But I wanted to . . . to help you first. We can get to me later. Remember when you said you never saw it coming? You said it was the same with your friends. Was that true, or were you trying to convince yourself you didn’t see the signs? It’s important for me to know the truth, Emma.
