Emily walked toward the laundry room. She’d send the thesis tonight. She had no choice. But what would she include in it? Sonja might have been in love with someone else instead of her uncle, might have been in love with her own half-brother. Her life was modelled after Greek tragedy, or could have been. Emily had followed the connections. She’d found out more about the family, but now she felt worse. Plus, math had betrayed her. Family traditions and the scientific method too. Maybe secrets were secrets precisely because nobody should know them. Maybe the very idea of connection was a false one. What did anyone know about anyone else, really? Maybe she wasn’t lonelier than other people. It could be that she was just a little more honest.
Emily slowed when she saw the open laundry-room do
