The first thing she did was cry. Dropped onto her bed and wrapped a pillow around her face, taking it away just as DT had. Silent, aching sobs that retched, tearing at her throat, unpicking threads in her chest, leaving them unraveled and bare. She cried and she let herself cry, a few minutes to grieve for the girl she could never be again. And then she pushed herself up, and pushed herself back together, because she wasn’t finished yet. An exhaustion like she’d never known before, stumbling across her carpet like a dead girl walking.
