But the more distance I got from the mansion, the stranger that whole world, that whole part of my life, seemed. Was it even real? Was that even me? I’d done so many things I shouldn’t have. I’d been through things that nobody should have to go through. The more time that passed, the more I realized how much it had messed with me—with my self-worth, my confidence, my ability to have normal relationships in life. I was having to relearn who I was. What friendships were. What love was.
