An inexplicable rage was rising. I wanted Sara, but at the same time I wanted to shake her, I wanted to tell her she was stupid, annoying, fake, and a liar. And in that moment I wanted to shake Rahil too, for being so inconsistent with me. Flipping between talking about Sara’s real issues and then flipping back to validating them. And then I wanted to shake myself, because none of these feelings made any sense.
