This is a bit of the prologue, when she was fourteen.
Emmaline awoke to the sounds of voices. Three voices, to be exact. She frowned. Who would be visiting at six in the morning? She contemplated the ceiling fan until she was ready to go find out. Then she rubbed her eyes, sat up, and kicked her slippers aside as usual. One of the voices, her mother’s, suddenly exclaimed, “Oh, Lizbeth! I am so sorry.”
Lizbeth. Wasn’t that her mother’s sister who lived far away and never came to visit? Yanking on her yellow bathrobe, Emmaline opened her bedroom door and walked into the kitchen. Her parents were talking to a surprisingly young woman, who only appeared to be in her early twenties. She looked sad, but underneath the sadness she was incredibly pretty. She and her sister looked nothing alike. Emmaline’s mother, Tamara, was short, plain, and had dark hair and light eyes. Lizbeth was on the tall side, with the lightest blond hair and chocolate brown eyes. She was also very obviously pregnant. While she spoke to my mother quietly, she rubbed her belly nervously. “So… since now I don’t have anywhere to live, I was wondering if I could stay here until I find a house, the hotel’s just not a home. I know it’s a lot to ask….”
Tamara hugged her awkwardly. “Of course. Stay here as long as you like. You can even…” she looked at her husband. “Would you like to move in with us until the baby is born, maybe until it gets to be a little older? It’s hard to raise a baby with two parents, much less-” she saw Emmaline and broke off. “Oh. Good morning, dear. This… this is your Aunt Lizbeth.”
“Just Liz, please.” the woman said with a slight smile. “You must be Emmaline.” She looked at her for a long time, then told Tamara, “She’ll have to know.”
Resigned, her mother nodded. “Yes. Emmaline, love, Aunt Lizbeth… Liz is going to move in with us for a while. Until her baby is born. You see,”
I stared at her. “But what about Uncle-“
“No, Emmaline. He, we, are divorced now I’m on my own with just our baby.” Liz said gently. “I couldn’t raise our daughter around him, I had to-” and then she stopped talking and closed her eyes. “You’ll understand when you’re older.” Emmaline swallowed and looked down. The idea of one day being married and the next day alone made her feel alone as well. It only reminded her more of the fact that people were hurting every day. She couldn’t ignore it, no matter how hard she tried. She suddenly wished she hadn’t come to see who was talking. She could still be sleeping, unaware of one more person’s pain. When Liz looked at her, the girl’s face was blank. Emotionless. Unreadable, but strangely lost. It was always that way with Emmaline. Most people were either annoyed at her silence or were unnerved and abandoned all hopes of making friends. Usually it took a while for people to realize it, but Liz noticed right away. “I should have known.” she whispered. She put one hand on Emmaline’s shoulder. “You’re one, too, aren’t you?”
“A what?”
“A silent heart.” She hugged her gently and then told her mother, “I’ll go get my things.”
She left everyone in a sad and unreadable silence.