“Come play with me, Cora!” it sings to me. “I don’t see anything wrong with you,” Nolan had told me. The paperweight says it, too. There’s nothing wrong with you! This is how you were born! The moment I pick it up from his desk, my heart swells. God, it feels so incredible against my palm. It fits so perfectly in my hand. It’s like it was made for me. It’s as if I’ve fallen in love. Give in to the madness! Embrace it! Set yourself free!
