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Well ... that was smart.

Hmm. I had a feeling that's the direction things were going, but I was hoping I was wrong.

He leaned forward, elbows braced on his knees and one long hand clasping the other. "Have you ever heard of a condition known as synesthesia?"
Panic snaked through me, squeezing the breath from my lungs. I'd never dared to investigate why my senses were different from other people's—I'd been too afraid of what it might mean.

Really? I find that hard to believe. I google everything related to my health.

Home. Even whispered, the word spread like maple syrup over my dry tongue. I missed slipping into my father's study and curling up in the armchair while he graded essays. I missed the taste of my mother's pot roast, which always had the right shape to it even when everything else between us was wrong.
Maybe it was irrational, but I truly believed that if I could just go home, everything would be all right.

No matter how many times I tried to push Tori's death to the back of my mind, the memory of that day still haunted me. But I could taste my father's hopefulness like powdered sugar on my tongue, and I knew that deep down, he still believed I was his good little girl. Maybe even believed, in spite of everything, that I was sane.
I couldn't bear to let him down.

And now she's worried that nurses/doctors in a psychiatric ward would think she's crazy because of her synesthesia. Um, I would hope not, considering it's something they should know exists.

Would someone who had synesthesia really be so ostracized? I mean, I know kids get picked on for all sorts of things, but her mom flies off the handle about it more than I think is necessary. She's treating it as if her daughter can see ghosts or something.

Once upon a time there was a girl who was special. Her hair flowed like honey and her eyes were blue as music. She grew up bright and beautiful, with deft fingers, a quick mind, and a charm that impressed everyone she met. Her parents adored her, her teachers praised her, and her schoolmates admired her many talents.
This is not her story.
Unless you count the part where I killed her.

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