Erin McMenamin
The Fractured Mother of Easttown
I just wanted better for DJ.
Easttown wraps you in its cold arms and tells you who you are. I was supposed to be just another mess, another girl who peaked at sixteen. But DJ — he deserved more. I scraped together every penny for that surgery. I begged, I borrowed, I stayed up nights just trying to keep my head straight. And still, it wasn't enough. I wasn't enough. Now they all talk like they knew me. Like they saw me. They didn't.
What I'm Into: ear surgery for DJ, gray skies, the diner coffee, second chances, not being invisible
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