Emily's POV

“How are you, really?” I asked Dathan. He seemed confused, which in turn made him defensive, a little too defensive.

“I don't know these days.” He answered.

“Why? Just say it. However it comes to your mind. That's the most original feeling.”

“My mother wouldn't have thought that.” He replied.

“You still miss her, don't you?” I asked, looking at his sunken eyes and jutting neckline.

“Yeah.” He admitted. “Even though we never really were best of friends.”

“Why is that?” I asked him. It's weird to imagine. Mothers are usually closer to the last born.

“I've always asked myself that question.” He said, sighing. “At least up...