“She’s fine, Alix. She’s fine. She can take care of herself.” “But you said she can’t. You said you’ve been feeding her baby food. You said—” Alix flinches as Josie pulls off her headphones and slams them on the tabletop. “I’m trying to tell you my story, Alix. My truth. And you seem to be trying to make it into something it isn’t. You either want my story or you don’t. You can’t have it both ways. You just can’t.”
Jesus Christ
