“When I think about that stuff, it feels like someone…took a shovel and dug out all my insides, and…and I know there’s…nothing in there, but I’m still too nervous to open myself up and…check. I know there’s something wrong with me. My parents know it, too, even if they don’t say anything. Do you…ever feel like that?”
“I don’t know. Maybe you’re like Isabel… Afraid of what’s inside you.”
