Sometimes , I would just let her , but you see , Emma had the tendancy to stretch the truth and make me sound more uptight than I really was and I would have to - er correct her , in which case that smile would widen . I noticed as we stared at eachother then that the light was dim , and I knew something was wrong . She lay on the stiff arm long enough to reach for me as if she felt it too .
My hand seemed to tremble more as I took the frail hand offered to me , feeling the protruding veins under my thumb .
Emotion: Fear