Emily Andrews books

The Finer Points of Becoming Machine (2012)

I’m warm, snuggled in my quilt, next to Paul and Rosemary, who aren’t awake yet, but will be as soon as they feel me stir next to them. I try to stay very still and enjoy the quiet. I look at the window and it’s frosted over on the outside, but the coming sun has started to melt it and tiny drops...