if she’d been a different person. A better person. But that possibility had fractured long before Carmen and Mark showed up. Cracked down its center, the pieces rough and jagged. She’d insulated herself from the sharpest parts, but Liz had reached in and gently unwrapped them, showing her she didn’t need to be afraid to think about her past. That she could hold the pieces in her hands without hurting herself. That she could do something with them if she wanted to.
