Like her sleepwalking.
“Do you ever miss it? The way it was before?”
“Every day,” Jesse admitted. “If I could somehow use all this new power to turn everything back…” He sank back to his chair. “I know some of this was out of my control, but some of it wasn’t.”
“You can’t keep blaming yourself for it.” Abandoning her breakfast on the counter, Emma came over and slipped onto his lap, looping her arms around his neck. She was soft and warm, and the love radiating from her pores burned away the edges of his guilt. “I shouldn’t have brought it up. No matter what you think.”
“Don’t keep apologizing for wanting to talk about this stuff.” Jesse wrapped his arms around her, holding her closely. Now that he had her weight and warmth settled against him, he didn’t want to let her go. “I’m going to keep blaming myself for it whether or not we talk about it.”