She took a deep breath, and then said in an even smaller voice, “I think I’m broken. Like I don’t even know how to be a person anymore. How to be . . . anything.” Like water circling the drain, her words crept close to the truth, but she couldn’t bring herself to say her biggest fear aloud: that she had been so awful to everyone in her life—what she had done to Vee, how she had been treating her mom and the rest of her family—she thought maybe she was actually a bad person. Deep down where it mattered. And that she deserved to be lonely. To be alone.
