She’s already given me her express permission to take my roiling mess of emotion and frustration and grief and exhaustion and resentment and use her as my very own flesh-and-blood method of catharsis, but I think I needed to hear Cal confirm for me what I already knew. It’s okay for me to channel the very darkness inside me for my own pleasure, and for Maddy’s. It’s what she wants from me. And it’s what I need from her.
