“I know she’s cutting herself,” I decided to throw out. Their reactions assured me they weren’t expecting me to know. “I know she’s been doing it for at least a year,” I added, mentally retracing my memories to the first time I’d seen unexplained marks on her body. “I can help,” I reiterated, imploring her parents to let me in. “You can trust me. I swear you can. All you have to do is just let me in!”
