Shivers came over me as I whispered, “I feel lost.” Realizing I hadn’t clarified whether I was speaking about way back when or in the present, I said, “That’s what I told you in your office.” It hit me that I felt lost now, too, unsure how to help my parents or Mrs. Cartwright—or me, for that matter. Being back was killing me. “‘I know you do,’ you said. Then you said what gave me a flicker of hope, and I don’t even know why.” Doing my best impersonation of her, I repeated her words. “‘You should spend some time looking up toward
