"A park sounds like a good idea," Emma responded, her steps light as she followed Mo out of the building and into the warmth of the California morning. There was a little hum with each breath, arm still swinging with her hand held tight to the other girl's, facing forward, unafraid of the world around them.
"And my apartment has air conditioning. I have to. If it gets too warm, my chest gets all tight." She made a little face. "I think it's from growing up in Ireland. The air is different there."