“Do you believe in heaven, Liz?” “No.” She shook her head. “Not anymore.” “How come?” “Because I don’t believe in anything anymore,” she replied, never taking her eyes off the daisy chain she was making. “I used to, I think, but not anymore.” She shook her head again. “Maybe I’m just broken inside.” “There’s nothing broken in you, Liz,” I replied gruffly. “You’re just sad. It’s okay to be sad.”
