Wishful Thinking

I’m helpless and I hate it. Halfway across the continent from me, a young woman is fighting for her life. Halfway around the world, another is reeling from an awful discovery. I care very much about both of them, but there’s pretty much nothing I can do. I can’t rescue either. I can’t beat the crap out of their challenges. All I can do is cheer them on, and one of them can’t even hear me.

I fucking hate it. I’m not a take-charge kind of girl usually, but when people are hurting, I want to just...