What did she want to talk about? The list had gotten so long she’d lost track. She wanted to tell him that ever since she started writing in her journal, she’d been thinking about her thoughts. Did he do the same? Had he ever stopped to notice the endless stream running through his head, seemingly uncontrollable? A voice that just wouldn’t stop talking, observing, judging? Maybe he didn’t have it. But once Yara had registered it was there, it was impossible for her to ignore the nonstop chatter. Why couldn’t she turn it off?
