“It’s a coming-of-age novel about a girl. A woman,” I correct, “who was raised by a mother who’s addicted to painkillers and how she struggles to find her way in life.” Cam is silent, studying the ancient steps beneath us. When I don’t offer more of an explanation, he speaks up. “And does she?” “Does she what?” “Does the woman find her way in life?” “I don’t know.” I bite my bottom lip. “I haven’t gotten that far.”
