Hard to accept the fact that I was broken after all. And yet, a relief, in that truth. I had options, right? I could accept the shattered bits and pieces, claim them, be jagged edged from now on with no apologies.
Or, if I found a way to glue myself back into some semblance of a person I recognized, maybe I could be fixed, now that I knew.
The first one, honestly, had the most appeal because the second? So. Much. Work. And I was tired, yo.
"Are you allowed to be telling me this?" I released my death hold of hugging on myself and sagged into that lovely, warm place of okay then, this was how things were and no wondering required.
Zoe shrugged then, lips a tight line. "She'll stop me if I go too far."