“You’re not happy. You’re safe. They’re two different things. You said that to me once, and it was totally true. So now I’m saying it to you, and I’m going to say something else that you’re not going to like but you really need to hear. Are you ready?” “Absolutely not.” Chloe ignores that. She leans even farther over the table and looks deep into my eyes. “You didn’t die in that car crash with your parents, Grace. You just stopped living.”
