For a split second I wonder how to answer this in a way that’s not even more traumatizing. “They did. But you see she’s fine now.” “I don’t think she’s fine. I think she’s really sad in her heart.” Ben takes a sip of water and raises his eyebrows my direction as if to ask permission. I give a faint nod. “You’re a good observer, Jasmine,” he says. “I think she’s got a lot to think about, and sometimes you have to be a little bit unhappy to get to the next place in your life.”
