After dad... People treated me like I was...a leper or something, or worse, like I was made of glass. I hated that... Like I had to be on their timeline and nothing else.

[ It's a strange maturity that Chloe's settling into. She wonders... Ah, fuck it. ]

So... Screw that, I say. Cry or rage or...anything. I won't mind. No one else should, either.