“Justin, I think something is wrong with me. Like there’s something in me, in my heart, that doesn’t work right.” He peered at me gently. “What doesn’t work right?” I pressed my lips together trying to keep the crying under control. “It’s like there’s a part of me that’s always small,” I whispered. “And I don’t know why and I don’t know what to do about it.” I started crying again and couldn’t hold it back. I felt full of cracks all of a sudden. Deep, long, jagged cracks. And they’d always been there. I’d just learned to live with them so long I no longer noticed them.
