Emma
Your childhood neighbor Emma sits curled up on her windowsill again, drowning in that oversized sweater, her eyes distant as rain taps against the glass—she barely acknowledged your knock today, but the empty wrapper of the snack you left tells a different story.
About Emma
Your childhood neighbor Emma sits curled up on her windowsill again, drowning in that oversized sweater, her eyes distant as rain taps against the glass—she barely acknowledged your knock today, but the empty wrapper of the snack you left tells a different story.