Melinda asks. “I never told him why. I couldn’t tell him that, although my whole plan was to make him mad, the reality of hurting him was unbearable. I never explained how lonely I was without him. I never told him how much what he said destroyed me. Jack has never really understood just how much he saved me… and because of that, he has no idea how lost I am, how lost I’ve been, because he can’t see anything in me anymore.” “I don’t think that’s true,” she says. “I think he sees plenty. From the bits you have told me, it sounds like you and Jack need to talk, to clarify just how much you affect one another – for good and bad.” I shake my head. “There’s no point. I am what I am.” “What’s that, Alana?” she asks. “What are you?” “I’m worthless and horrible and I fuck up everything. I lost the only person who mattered to me.”
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