She had navigated her parents' hostile waters with a child's discretion, learning to keep from one the confessions of the other. Learning to hide love.

“The tamer my love, the farther away it is from love. In fierceness, in heat, in…”

“I wasn't getting better. I was getting worse.I did not go to the doctor because…”

“It was like living in a library, and that was where I had always been happiest.”

“I needed words because unhappy families are conspiracies of silence.”