“When you go back to Kansas, you need to promise me that if you’re ever feeling unsafe, if you’re ever feeling like you’re about to break, about to lose yourself completely, you call me. Text me. Email me. Send letter by messenger pigeon. I don’t fucking care. “Do not go back to the girl you were before you arrived here. Do not be obedient. Timid. Submissive. You’re not just the honey, Darby. You’re the whole damn flower. Do not forget you have poison berries. You have strength, resilience, and an independent mind. You do not need to conform to anyone else’s way of living. Okay?”
