I am thinking of Declan, and thinking I am the girl he always wanted me to be. Powerless and weak. But I wasn’t always this way. I’ve put in ten-mile running days in cross-country. I’ve lived on my own for weeks at a time while my parents were away. I’ve dreamed a future for my life, picked my place and planned my way. I was strong once. Is any of that left? We have to find a way forward.
