the mourning chat

COMING SOON

In a dimly lit room, Emma sits hunched over ​her laptop, a half-empty glass of red wine ​beside her. Surrounded by scattered tissues ​and looking through photos of her boyfriend, ​James, her eyes are red and puffy from crying, ​her heart heavy with grief. The smell of 'feu du ​bois' from French candles fills the room, the ​one luxury James never begrudged her from ​buying. Emily catches sight of Milo, the ginger ​poodle, gifted to her by James two years prior. ​As she gazes into Milo's big, cartoon-like eyes, ​a flicker of hope lights up within her for a brief ​moment. Always a faithful companion and ​constant source of comfort, she needed Milo ​now more than ever. How will she find the ​strength to endure the days ahead, let alone the ​months and years to come? Emily's phone ​pings. Instinctively, she reaches for it, still half-​expecting to see James's name followed by the ​love hearts and diamond ring emojis she had ​assigned to him. Instead, it's Paul, a long-time ​friend who introduced Emily and James five ​years ago. Since losing James just two weeks ​ago, Emily had been surrounded by an ​outpouring of love and support from friends. ​Her mother had also been supportive, but their ​relationship was complex, and Emily often ​found herself keeping her mother at arm's ​length when it came to emotional ​matters."How are you today? Have you ​managed to get some food into you?" Paul's ​message reads. Emily glances at her glass of ​wine and snaps a quick photo, replying, "No, ​but don't worry, I'm staying hydrated."Emily ​shuts her laptop, pulls the blanket that has ​draped her shoulders off the couch, and in a ​low monotone voice calls to Milo, "Come on, ​Milo,". oblivious to the loss he has also ​endured, Milo enthusiastically follows her to ​the bedroom. A room that once served as a ​sanctuary of love, intimacy, and comfort now ​feels cold, empty, and dark. A room that once ​held the conversations of their shared dreams ​now lay silent, the remnants of their ​aspirations reduced to mere fractions of dust. A ​room that she will remain in for the following ​days, riding the waves of her pain and ​navigating the turbulent currents of her grief. ​Joanne's life took a significant turn when she ​married Emma's father at the age of 20. ​Richard, a seasoned art collector, was a decade ​her senior and had accumulated considerable ​wealth through savvy investments over the ​years. The arrival of Emma, born when Joanne ​was 23, added another layer of complexity to ​their marriage with Joanne feeling pressured ​into having children for Richard, despite her ​reservations and disinterest in motherhood. ​This lack of enthusiasm became apparent to ​Emma as a child, as she grappled with the ​emotional distance her mother put between ​them. Matt was away travelling again for work, ​a routine that Emma was adjusting to through ​their sporadic phone calls spanning across ​different time zones. Her morning had been ​slow, tidying up and arranging another ​bouquet Matt had sent her into a vintage vase ​she had found at a Paris flea market. With no ​concrete plans for the rest of the weekend, ​besides wanting to try out a new recipe she saw ​in the latest New York Times cooking ​newsletter, Emma decided to reach out to Paul ​and see if he wanted to do something. She was ​missing him and was feeling unsettled and ​confused by the distance that was growing ​between them. Emma's phone rang, and as she ​glanced at the screen to see her mother's name ​flashing, Emma felt it was a good time to take ​the call. With Matt being in town consistently ​for the past month, she had not been great at ​keeping in contact with her. Matt is a man of ​many facets, his passion for technology is ​matched only by his insatiable curiosity about ​the world. His frequent travels are not just a ​means of exploring new destinations but also ​an integral part of his professional life. While ​Emma admires his adventurous spirit, she ​finds herself at times perplexed by the ​enigmatic nature of his work. Emma's brows ​creased slightly in surprise. "Oh," she replied. ​Despite a connection developing, there were ​still many aspects of James's life that remained ​a mystery to her. She knew he worked in the ​tech industry with Paul and harbored a ​peculiar fascination with Elon Musk, but the ​specifics of his job had always eluded her. ​Although he mentioned a bit about it on their ​first date, she couldn't recall the exact details.In ​a dimly lit room, Emma sits hunched over her ​laptop, a half-empty glass of red wine beside ​her. Surrounded by scattered tissues and ​looking through photos of her boyfriend, ​James, her eyes are red and puffy from crying, ​her heart heavy with grief. The smell of 'feu du ​bois' from French candles fills the room, the ​one luxury James never begrudged her from ​buying. Emily catches sight of Milo, the ginger ​poodle, gifted to her by James two years prior. ​As she gazes into Milo's big, cartoon-like eyes, ​a flicker of hope lights up within her for a brief ​moment. Always a faithful companion and ​constant source of comfort, she needed Milo ​now more than ever. How will she find the ​strength to endure the days ahead, let alone the ​months and years to come? Emily's phone ​pings. Instinctively, she reaches for it, still half-​expecting to see James's name followed by the ​love hearts and diamond ring emojis she had ​assigned to him. Instead, it's Paul, a long-time ​friend who introduced Emily and James five ​years ago. Since losing James just two weeks ​ago, Emily had been surrounded by an ​outpouring of love and support from friends. ​Her mother had also been supportive, but their ​relationship was complex, and Emily often ​found herself keeping her mother at arm's ​length when it came to emotional ​matters."How are you today? Have you ​managed to get some food into you?" Paul's ​message reads. Emily glances at her glass of ​wine and snaps a quick photo, replying, "No, ​but don't worry, I'm staying hydrated."Emily ​shuts her laptop, pulls the blanket that has ​draped her shoulders off the couch, and in a ​low monotone voice calls to Milo, "Come on, ​Milo,". oblivious to the loss he has also ​endured, Milo enthusiastically follows her to ​the bedroom. A room that once served as a ​sanctuary of love, intimacy, and comfort now ​feels cold, empty, and dark. A room that once ​held the conversations of their shared dreams ​now lay silent, the remnants of their ​aspirations reduced to mere fractions of dust. A ​room that she will remain in for the following ​days, riding the waves of her pain and ​navigating the turbulent currents of her grief. ​Joanne's life took a significant turn when she ​married Emma's father at the age of 20. ​Richard, a seasoned art collector, was a decade ​her senior and had accumulated considerable ​wealth through savvy investments over the ​years. The arrival of Emma, born when Joanne ​was 23, added another layer of complexity to ​their marriage with Joanne feeling pressured ​into having children for Richard, despite her ​reservations and disinterest in motherhood. ​This lack of enthusiasm became apparent to ​Emma as a child, as she grappled with the ​emotional distance her mother put between ​them. Matt was away travelling again for work, ​a routine that Emma was adjusting to through ​their sporadic phone calls spanning across ​different time zones. Her morning had been ​slow, tidying up and arranging another ​bouquet Matt had sent her into a vintage vase ​she had found at a Paris flea market. With no ​concrete plans for the rest of the weekend, ​besides wanting to try out a new recipe she saw ​in the latest New York Times cooking ​newsletter, Emma decided to reach out to Paul ​and see if he wanted to do something. She was ​missing him and was feeling unsettled and ​confused by the distance that was growing ​between them. Emma's phone rang, and as she ​glanced at the screen to see her mother's name ​flashing, Emma felt it was a good time to take ​the call. With Matt being in town consistently ​for the past month, she had not been great at ​keeping in contact with her. Matt is a man of ​many facets, his passion for technology is ​matched only by his insatiable curiosity about ​the world. His frequent travels are not just a ​means of exploring new destinations but also ​an integral part of his professional life. While ​Emma admires his adventurous spirit, she ​finds herself at times perplexed by the ​enigmatic nature of his work. Emma's brows ​creased slightly in surprise. "Oh," she replied. ​Despite a connection developing, there were ​still many aspects of James's life that remained ​a mystery to her. She knew he worked in the ​tech industry with Paul and harbored a ​peculiar fascination with Elon Musk, but the ​specifics of his job had always eluded her. ​Although he mentioned a bit about it on their ​first date, she couldn't recall the exact details.In ​a dimly lit room, Emma sits hunched over her ​laptop, a half-empty glass of red wine beside ​her. Surrounded by scattered tissues and ​looking through photos of her boyfriend, ​James, her eyes are red and puffy from crying, ​her heart heavy with grief. The smell of 'feu du ​bois' from French candles fills the room, the ​one luxury James never begrudged her from ​buying. Emily catches sight of Milo, the ginger ​poodle, gifted to her by James two years prior. ​As she gazes into Milo's big, cartoon-like eyes, ​a flicker of hope lights up within her for a brief ​moment. Always a faithful companion and ​constant source of comfort, she needed Milo ​now more than ever. How will she find the ​strength to endure the days ahead, let alone the ​months and years to come? Emily's phone ​pings. Instinctively, she reaches for it, still half-​expecting to see James's name followed by the ​love hearts and diamond ring emojis she had ​assigned to him. Instead, it's Paul, a long-time ​friend who introduced Emily and James five ​years ago. Since losing James just two weeks ​ago, Emily had been surrounded by an ​outpouring of love and support from friends. ​Her mother had also been supportive, but their ​relationship was complex, and Emily often ​found herself keeping her mother at arm's ​length when it came to emotional ​matters."How are you today? Have you ​managed to get some food into you?" Paul's ​message reads. Emily glances at her glass of ​wine and snaps a quick photo, replying, "No, ​but don't worry, I'm staying hydrated."Emily ​shuts her laptop, pulls the blanket that has ​draped her shoulders off the couch, and in a ​low monotone voice calls to Milo, "Come on, ​Milo,". oblivious to the loss he has also ​endured, Milo enthusiastically follows her to ​the bedroom. A room that once served as a ​sanctuary of love, intimacy, and comfort now ​feels cold, empty, and dark. A room that once ​held the conversations of their shared dreams ​now lay silent, the remnants of their ​aspirations reduced to mere fractions of dust. A ​room that she will remain in for the following ​days, riding the waves of her pain and ​navigating the turbulent currents of her grief. ​Joanne's life took a significant turn when she ​married Emma's father at the age of 20. ​Richard, a seasoned art collector, was a decade ​her senior and had accumulated considerable ​wealth through savvy investments over the ​years. The arrival of Emma, born when Joanne ​was 23, added another layer of complexity to ​their marriage with Joanne feeling pressured ​into having children for Richard, despite her ​reservations and disinterest in motherhood. ​This lack of enthusiasm became apparent to ​Emma as a child, as she grappled with the ​emotional distance her mother put between ​them. Matt was away travelling again for work, ​a routine that Emma was adjusting to through ​their sporadic phone calls spanning across ​different time zones. Her morning had been ​slow, tidying up and arranging another ​bouquet Matt had sent her into a vintage vase ​she had found at a Paris flea market. With no ​concrete plans for the rest of the weekend, ​besides wanting to try out a new recipe she saw ​in the latest New York Times cooking ​newsletter, Emma decided to reach out to Paul ​and see if he wanted to do something. She was ​missing him and was feeling unsettled and ​confused by the distance that was growing ​between them. Emma's phone rang, and as she ​glanced at the screen to see her mother's name ​flashing, Emma felt it was a good time to take ​the call. With Matt being in town consistently ​for the past month, she had not been great at ​keeping in contact with her. Matt is a man of ​many facets, his passion for technology is ​matched only by his insatiable curiosity about ​the world. His frequent travels are not just a ​means of exploring new destinations but also ​an integral part of his professional life. While ​Emma admires his adventurous spirit, she ​finds herself at times perplexed by the ​enigmatic nature of his work. Emma's brows ​creased slightly in surprise. "Oh," she replied. ​Despite a connection developing, there were ​still many aspects of James's life that remained ​a mystery to her. She knew he worked in the ​tech industry with Paul and harbored a ​peculiar fascination with Elon Musk, but the ​specifics of his job had always eluded her. ​Although he mentioned a bit about it on their ​first date, she couldn't recall the exact details.In ​a dimly lit room, Emma sits hunched over her ​laptop, a half-empty glass of red wine beside ​her. Surrounded by scattered tissues and ​looking through photos of her boyfriend, ​James, her eyes are red and puffy from crying, ​her heart heavy with grief. The smell of 'feu du ​bois' from French candles fills the room, the ​one luxury James never begrudged her from ​buying. Emily catches sight of Milo, the ginger ​poodle, gifted to her by James two years prior. ​As she gazes into Milo's big, cartoon-like eyes, ​a flicker of hope lights up within her for a brief ​moment. Always a faithful companion and ​constant source of comfort, she needed Milo ​now more than ever. How will she find the ​strength to endure the days ahead, let alone the ​months and years to come? Emily's phone ​pings. Instinctively, she reaches for it, still half-​expecting to see James's name followed by the ​love hearts and diamond ring emojis she had ​assigned to him. Instead, it's Paul, a long-time ​friend who introduced Emily and James five ​years ago. Since losing James just two weeks ​ago, Emily had been surrounded by an ​outpouring of love and support from friends. ​Her mother had also been supportive, but their ​relationship was complex, and Emily often ​found herself keeping her mother at arm's ​length when it came to emotional ​matters."How are you today? Have you ​managed to get some food into you?" Paul's ​message reads. Emily glances at her glass of ​wine and snaps a quick photo, replying, "No, ​but don't worry, I'm staying hydrated."Emily ​shuts her laptop, pulls the blanket that has ​draped her shoulders off the couch, and in a ​low monotone voice calls to Milo, "Come on, ​Milo,". oblivious to the loss he has also ​endured, Milo enthusiastically follows her to ​the bedroom. A room that once served as a ​sanctuary of love, intimacy, and comfort now ​feels cold, empty, and dark. A room that once ​held the conversations of their shared dreams ​now lay silent, the remnants of their ​aspirations reduced to mere fractions of dust. A ​room that she will remain in for the following ​days, riding the waves of her pain and ​navigating the turbulent currents of her grief. ​Joanne's life took a significant turn when she ​married Emma's father at the age of 20. ​Richard, a seasoned art collector, was a decade ​her senior and had accumulated considerable ​wealth through savvy investments over the ​years. The arrival of Emma, born when Joanne ​was 23, added another layer of complexity to ​their marriage with Joanne feeling pressured ​into having children for Richard, despite her ​reservations and disinterest in motherhood. ​This lack of enthusiasm became apparent to ​Emma as a child, as she grappled with the ​emotional distance her mother put between ​them. Matt was away travelling again for work, ​a routine that Emma was adjusting to through ​their sporadic phone calls spanning across ​different time zones. Her morning had been ​slow, tidying up and arranging another ​bouquet Matt had sent her into a vintage vase ​she had found at a Paris flea market. With no ​concrete plans for the rest of the weekend, ​besides wanting to try out a new recipe she saw ​in the latest New York Times cooking ​newsletter, Emma decided to reach out to Paul ​and see if he wanted to do something. She was ​missing him and was feeling unsettled and ​confused by the distance that was growing ​between them. Emma's phone rang, and as she ​glanced at the screen to see her mother's name ​flashing, Emma felt it was a good time to take ​the call. With Matt being in town consistently ​for the past month, she had not been great at ​keeping in contact with her. Matt is a man of ​many facets, his passion for technology is ​matched only by his insatiable curiosity about ​the world. His frequent travels are not just a ​means of exploring new destinations but also ​an integral part of his professional life. While ​Emma admires his adventurous spirit, she ​finds herself at times perplexed by the ​enigmatic nature of his work. Emma's brows ​creased slightly in surprise. "Oh," she replied. ​Despite a connection developing, there were ​still many aspects of James's life that remained ​a mystery to her. She knew he worked in the ​tech industry with Paul and harbored a ​peculiar fascination with Elon Musk, but the ​specifics of his job had always eluded her. ​Although he mentioned a bit about it on their ​first date, she couldn't recall the exact details.In ​a dimly lit room, Emma sits hunched over her ​laptop, a half-empty glass of red wine beside ​her. Surrounded by scattered tissues and ​looking through photos of her boyfriend, ​James, her eyes are red and puffy from crying, ​her heart heavy with grief. The smell of 'feu du ​bois' from French candles fills the room, the ​one luxury James never begrudged her from ​buying. Emily catches sight of Milo, the ginger ​poodle, gifted to her by James two years prior. ​As she gazes into Milo's big, cartoon-like eyes, ​a flicker of hope lights up within her for a brief ​moment. Always a faithful companion and ​constant source of comfort, she needed Milo ​now more than ever. How will she find the ​strength to endure the days ahead, let alone the ​months and years to come? Emily's phone ​pings. Instinctively, she reaches for it, still half-​expecting to see James's name followed by the ​love hearts and diamond ring emojis she had ​assigned to him. Instead, it's Paul, a long-time ​friend who introduced Emily and James five ​years ago. Since losing James just two weeks ​ago, Emily had been surrounded by an ​outpouring of love and support from friends. ​Her mother had also been supportive, but their ​relationship was complex, and Emily often ​found herself keeping her mother at arm's ​length when it came to emotional ​matters."How are you today? Have you ​managed to get some food into you?" Paul's ​message reads. Emily glances at her glass of ​wine and snaps a quick photo, replying, "No, ​but don't worry, I'm staying hydrated."Emily ​shuts her laptop, pulls the blanket that has ​draped her shoulders off the couch, and in a ​low monotone voice calls to Milo, "Come on, ​Milo,". oblivious to the loss he has also ​endured, Milo enthusiastically follows her to ​the bedroom. A room that once served as a ​sanctuary of love, intimacy, and comfort now ​feels cold, empty, and dark. A room that once ​held the conversations of their shared dreams ​now lay silent, the remnants of their ​aspirations reduced to mere fractions of dust. A ​room that she will remain in for the following ​days, riding the waves of her pain and ​navigating the turbulent currents of her grief. ​Joanne's life took a significant turn when she ​married Emma's father at the age of 20. ​Richard, a seasoned art collector, was a decade ​her senior and had accumulated considerable ​wealth through savvy investments over the ​years. The arrival of Emma, born when Joanne ​was 23, added another layer of complexity to ​their marriage with Joanne feeling pressured ​into having children for Richard, despite her ​reservations and disinterest in motherhood. ​This lack of enthusiasm became apparent to ​Emma as a child, as she grappled with the ​emotional distance her mother put between ​them. Matt was away travelling again for work, ​a routine that Emma was adjusting to through ​their sporadic phone calls spanning across ​different time zones. Her morning had been ​slow, tidying up and arranging another ​bouquet Matt had sent her into a vintage vase ​she had found at a Paris flea market. With no ​concrete plans for the rest of the weekend, ​besides wanting to try out a new recipe she saw ​in the latest New York Times cooking ​newsletter, Emma decided to reach out to Paul ​and see if he wanted to do something. She was ​missing him and was feeling unsettled and ​confused by the distance that was growing ​between them. Emma's phone rang, and as she ​glanced at the screen to see her mother's name ​flashing, Emma felt it was a good time to take ​the call. With Matt being in town consistently ​for the past month, she had not been great at ​keeping in contact with her. Matt is a man of ​many facets, his passion for technology is ​matched only by his insatiable curiosity about ​the world. His frequent travels are not just a ​means of exploring new destinations but also ​an integral part of his professional life. While ​Emma admires his adventurous spirit, she ​finds herself at times perplexed by the ​enigmatic nature of his work. Emma's brows ​creased slightly in surprise. "Oh," she replied. ​Despite a connection developing, there were ​still many aspects of James's life that remained ​a mystery to her. She knew he worked in the ​tech industry with Paul and harbored a ​peculiar fascination with Elon Musk, but the ​specifics of his job had always eluded her. ​Although he mentioned a bit about it on their ​first date, she couldn't recall the exact details.In ​a dimly lit room, Emma sits hunched over her ​laptop, a half-empty glass of red wine beside ​her. Surrounded by scattered tissues and ​looking through photos of her boyfriend, ​James, her eyes are red and puffy from crying, ​her heart heavy with grief. The smell of 'feu du ​bois' from French candles fills the room, the ​one luxury James never begrudged her from ​buying. Emily catches sight of Milo, the ginger ​poodle, gifted to her by James two years prior. ​As she gazes into Milo's big, cartoon-like eyes, ​a flicker of hope lights up within her for a brief ​moment. Always a faithful companion and ​constant source of comfort, she needed Milo ​now more than ever. How will she find the ​strength to endure the days ahead, let alone the ​months and years to come? Emily's phone ​pings. Instinctively, she reaches for it, still half-​expecting to see James's name followed by the ​love hearts and diamond ring emojis she had ​assigned to him. Instead, it's Paul, a long-time ​friend who introduced Emily and James five ​years ago. Since losing James just two weeks ​ago, Emily had been surrounded by an ​outpouring of love and support from friends. ​Her mother had also been supportive, but their ​relationship was complex, and Emily often ​found herself keeping her mother at arm's ​length when it came to emotional ​matters."How are you today? Have you ​managed to get some food into you?" Paul's ​message reads. Emily glances at her glass of ​wine and snaps a quick photo, replying, "No, ​but don't worry, I'm staying hydrated."Emily ​shuts her laptop, pulls the blanket that has ​draped her shoulders off the couch, and in a ​low monotone voice calls to Milo, "Come on, ​Milo,". oblivious to the loss he has also ​endured, Milo enthusiastically follows her to ​the bedroom. A room that once served as a ​sanctuary of love, intimacy, and comfort now ​feels cold, empty, and dark. A room that once ​held the conversations of their shared dreams ​now lay silent, the remnants of their ​aspirations reduced to mere fractions of dust. A ​room that she will remain in for the following ​days, riding the waves of her pain and ​navigating the turbulent currents of her grief. ​Joanne's life took a significant turn when she ​married Emma's father at the age of 20. ​Richard, a seasoned art collector, was a decade ​her senior and had accumulated considerable ​wealth through savvy investments over the ​years. The arrival of Emma, born when Joanne ​was 23, added another layer of complexity to ​their marriage with Joanne feeling pressured ​into having children for Richard, despite her ​reservations and disinterest in motherhood. ​This lack of enthusiasm became apparent to ​Emma as a child, as she grappled with the ​emotional distance her mother put between ​them. Matt was away travelling again for work, ​a routine that Emma was adjusting to through ​their sporadic phone calls spanning across ​different time zones. Her morning had been ​slow, tidying up and arranging another ​bouquet Matt had sent her into a vintage vase ​she had found at a Paris flea market. With no ​concrete plans for the rest of the weekend, ​besides wanting to try out a new recipe she saw ​in the latest New York Times cooking ​newsletter, Emma decided to reach out to Paul ​and see if he wanted to do something. She was ​missing him and was feeling unsettled and ​confused by the distance that was growing ​between them. Emma's phone rang, and as she ​glanced at the screen to see her mother's name ​flashing, Emma felt it was a good time to take ​the call. With Matt being in town consistently ​for the past month, she had not been great at ​keeping in contact with her. Matt is a man of ​many facets, his passion for technology is ​matched only by his insatiable curiosity about ​the world. His frequent travels are not just a ​means of exploring new destinations but also ​an integral part of his professional life. While ​Emma admires his adventurous spirit, she ​finds herself at times perplexed by the ​enigmatic nature of his work. Emma's brows ​creased slightly in surprise. "Oh," she replied. ​Despite a connection developing, there were ​still many aspects of James's life that remained ​a mystery to her. She knew he worked in the ​tech industry with Paul and harbored a ​peculiar fascination with Elon Musk, but the ​specifics of his job had always eluded her. ​Although he mentioned a bit about it on their ​first date, she couldn't recall the exact details.


Long iMessage Bubble Blue Icon

In a narrative entwined with themes of love, loss, and betrayal, Poppy grapples with the ​shattered fragments of her reality while she navigates the uncharted territories of grief. ​As she confronts the complexities of human emotions she is left questioning the blurred ​lines between morality, connection and love.


noun

limerence

li·mer·ance


a state of being intensely infatuated with someone, often leading to ​delusions or a strong longing for a deep romantic connection with that ​person. Her limerence persisted even after his passing.

ADJECTIVE

Egregious

ih-gree-juhs

conspicuously and outrageously bad or offensive; standing out as ​exceptionally wrong or harmful. An egregious action or behavior is so ​heinous or shocking that it cannot be overlooked or excused easily.

A mistake of egregious proportions; an egregious liar.

ABOUT the author

Lani is a visionary creative based in Paris for the past decade. In 2020, she co-founded ​ORRIS, a brand born out of her passion for product design, French savoir-faire and visual ​storytelling. Growing up in Australia, Lani was deeply influenced by the country's profound ​connection to nature and botanicals, shaping her approach to crafting elevated skincare ​at ORRIS. This experience taught her the importance of thinking outside the box and ​bringing ideas from conception​ ​to fruition.


At the age of 21, she encountered a daunting challenge when panic attacks ​escalated into debilitating agoraphobia, prompting her to delve into the complexities of​ the mind. Her imagination was challenged, instead of sparking inspiration it was now nega​tively warping her reality. Through introspection and resilience, she reclaimed her c​ognitive power gaining profound insights into the limitless potential of imagination a​nd learning to rewrite the narr​a​tive of fear.


Visualisation and escapism became indispensable tools for healing as Lani ​navigated life through a fractured mind, discovering a newfound sense of strengt​h​ and purpose.


Using these experiences, she is delving into her passion for writing and s​torytelling to craft a novel that transports readers and ignites their imagination. The​ Mourning Chat invites readers on a journey to accompany the protagonist, Emma, as she​ navigates the uncharted territories of loss, betrayal and the intricate tapestry of ​human emotion, challenging our traditional ideas of connect​i​on and grief.


LANILEBERRE@GMAIL.COM