“Was any of it real?” she asks. “Excuse me?” She bows her head and sniffles. I can’t move. I don’t know if I can breathe. “I’m useless to you now.” I swiftly spin her chair around to face me, then fall to my knees, clutching onto her thighs. “Zara, tell me what’s going on in your head. I need you to let me in.”
