I hoped sitting around a familiar group of people, a happy family, would make me feel better. But it just made me really fucking mad.” A twinge of recognition echoes inside me. “Why?” “Because they have something we’ll never have. Because that lack messed me up so bad, Tallulah. It messed us up, you, me, and Harry. And I felt so . . . helpless. I didn’t ask to be born to Mom and Dad. I had no choice in how dysfunctional they were and how that fundamentally shaped me.”
