“You’re not weak. And you’re not a coward. You’re the strongest, bravest person I know.” I laugh weakly. “That’s a lie.” “It’s not,” she says fiercely. Pulling back, she scowls at me. “You put up with so much crap, but you’re still standing. Your anxiety, the bullies… You deal with so much more than any of us, but you still smile and laugh and-and…you’re here, JJ.”
