I made a mistake yesterday. I let my anger take over and I shouldn't have. I'm dreadfully sorry.
Thomas, Emma? Please come home? Come home so we can fix this? Don't let your mistake define you too.
Deirdre's home, she's staying with me for a few days. She's just fine. And Madame Butterfly is no more.
I died again. It was kind of amusing. What is not amusing is having a very sick nephew. Next time I'm rushing down the stairs, I'll probably be…
I told my dad off!!!!! Also, he's in a bit of pain. So now I get to discover why he's stuck here, judging my fashion choices with his eyes.