Emma pushes down, hard, and then she’s there; cupping a heart that’s so clean and so pure, just coated with the slightest dusting of gray speckles, that her breath catches in her throat. The light seeps into her; molds a cast around her own heart, covers it whole and brightens it and makes her feel young again, like a girl who just wanted to ride, wanted a mother who loved her, wanted so many things without knowing they were always out of reach.
May I ask how you found out about The Fatal Plunge not being finished?
on the last page of the comment section of her fic (a million filaments). HerBespokeCurse apparently got in touch with her and confirmed it. She’s doing ok, but will no longer continue the series. Perhaps one day she’ll change her mind… sorry for the bad news