“Because your thing hurts other people,” she says. “It was wrong, and what gets me, to this day, is I don’t think you know that.” Molly is a black-and-white thinker. There’s no room for nuance. I could try explaining to her the complexities of life and morality and relationships, but it’d be like shouting into a plastic bag. Or maybe she’s right, and I’m a terrible person.
