My name is Emily Carter, and at twenty-five, I discovered that a person’s entire existence can be dismantled without a single hand ever being laid upon their body.
“They’re telling people you’ve had a nervous breakdown,” Nora said, dropping a fresh pile of printed screenshots onto the coffee table. She had been my legs when I couldn’t walk, …
My name is Emily Carter, and at twenty-five, I discovered that a person’s entire existence can be dismantled without a single hand ever being laid upon their body. Read More