“I wish everyone would stop saying it will be okay. It won’t.” I wedge the heels of my hands against my eyes, but it isn’t any use. I cry. Karen hands me a tissue. “It’ll be like this for a long time, Tiger. You just have to keep keeping on, I guess.” My voice comes out sharp and ugly. “That sounds like song lyrics. That sounds stupid.” I sniffle into the wet tissue and throw it on the floor of her car.
