“Why don’t you ask me about my life, or—” I flick my hand up and down. “Treat me like I’m a ticking time bomb, ready to explode any second.” I watch as she backs up from the fridge, closing the door while carrying a tub of yogurt. “Because we’re all damaged, Lilith.” She pulls open a drawer and flicks a spoon in the air. “The fucked-up ones have to stick together. The rest don’t understand us.”
