“Oh God just look at me now... one night opens words and utters pain... I cannot begin to explain to you... this... I am not here. This is not happening. Oh wait, it is, isn't it? I am a ghost.… — Emily Andrews Copy Share Image
“I used to pray you know, pray to God that He would somehow stop it. All the nights of listening to my mother scream… — Emily Andrews Copy Share Image
“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
