Chapter 8

By my eighteenth day in the hospital, the casts still hadn’t come off, but I had begun taking my medication on schedule. 

Dr. Morgan checked in on me every afternoon. Sometimes we talked for half an hour, and sometimes for a full hour. Gradually, I began to say more. 

I no longer weighed every word, ready to swallow it the moment someone looked displeased. 

For the first time, I was truly talking. 

I told her about my fear, my anger, and the things I had 

never shared with anyone. 

“I think something was already wrong while I was