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" Wren’s voice dropped. “She feels terrible about it, Cath.”
“Good!” Cath shouted. “So do I!” She took a step closer to her sister. “I’m
probably going to be crazy for the rest of my life, thanks to her. I’m going to
keep making fucked-up decisions and doing weird things that I don’t even
realize are weird. People are going to feel sorry for me, and I won’t ever have
any normal relationships—and it’s always going to be because I didn’t have a
mother. Always. That’s the ultimate kind of broken. The kind of damage you never recover from. I hope she feels terrible. I hope she never forgives herself.”
“Don’t say that.” Wren’s face was red, and there were tears in her eyes.
“I’m not broken.”
There weren’t any tears in Cath’s eyes. “Cracks in your foundation.” She
shrugged.
“Fuck that.”
“Do you think I absorbed all the impact? That when Mom left, it hit my
side of the car? Fuck that, Wren. She left you, too.”
“But it didn’t break me. Nothing can break me unless I let it.”
“Do you think Dad let it? Do you think he chose to fall apart when she
left?”
“Yes!” Wren was shouting now. “And I think he keeps choosing. I think
you both do. You’d rather be broken than move on.”
“Dad’s sick, Wren,” she said as calmly as she could manage.
“And your omelette’s burnt. And I’d rather be broken than wasted.” She set
the plate on the counter. “You can tell Laura to go fuck herself. Like, to infinity and beyond. She doesn’t get to move on with me. Ever. "
― Rainbow Rowell , Fangirl