How can her feelings be right? How can they, when no matter what she chooses, she will never be whole? Somewhere, somehow, something must have gone wrong when she was born. Something got switched in the wiring. Something in her brain, or in her body, or in her blood. Everything she’s learned about union with another person, about her body’s purpose—none of that can transfer to a girl, to Baker. Disordered. She is disordered.
