“I used to pray you know, pray to God that He would somehow stop it. All the nights of listening to my mother scream and things breaking. Of holding my brother and sister and listening to them cry and begging… — Emily Andrews Copy Share
“I used to pray you know, pray to God that He would somehow stop it. All the nights of listening to my mother scream and things breaking. Of holding my brother and sister and listening to them cry and begging me to stop it.' My voice is slow and steady like a freight train at night. 'I was too young,… — Emily Andrews Copy Share
“Ricky just listens. He isn't shocked. He isn't surprised. He listens to me because he knows. He knows the shame and the guilt and… — Emily Andrews Copy Share Image
“My mother's mouth drops. 'Emmy...don't say those things Emmy. Remember, we don't talk about those things.' 'Yes Mom. I remember. That's why I'm here,… — Emily Andrews Copy Share Image
“I repeat one of my mantras. 'This is not happening. This is not real. This did not happen to you. That was someone else.” — Emily Andrews Copy Share Image
“Oh God just look at me now... one night opens words and utters pain... I cannot begin to explain to you... this... I am… — Emily Andrews Copy Share Image
