"I said I was sorry." She turned her hand over in his and squeezed it.

"And I mean that. I'm ashamed of the things I just said."

“But why did you say them?" Eric shook his head.

“Mom, that was some seriously hardcore shit you were slinging. You sounded like the woman in the movie."

"I know."

“Because you want to be her."

Emma's eyes narrowed. Now that she was still and had calmed down, she was aware of a tingling sensation where the pendent rested against her chest each time she heard those odd thoughts.

"So what gives, mom?"

"Okay." Emma nodded.

"I always tell you to be honest with me so I'1L be honest with you. I had a lot to drink last night and I was already tired and stressed out so that wasn't the best idea."

“But you're sober now."

"I know that, let me finish while I feel like I can without sounding strange."

"Too late for that." Eric smirked.

"That porn star potty mouth a couple of minutes ago was strange enough."

"Guess so, but I'll tell you why it hit me so hard."

"You're going to lie, aren't you?"

Another tingle, no doubt about it now.

“Last night when Robin and I were talking she said some kind of weird things."

"Like what?" Eric had kept his hand in hers and Emma was grateful her outburst hadn't made him afraid to be close to her.

"You mentioned some of the things that happened here." When he nodded she continued.

"Robin brought them up and some things you hadn't"

"Bad things?"

"A couple, but most were just odd. But they all have a recurring theme."

"Besides asshole guys?"

"Yes, the men were part of some of the things, but not others and..."