My mind is in chaos. After we get back to headquarters, Christ and Marshall have gone home with them, and now he has set up a celebration and I will see the people I hate the most again. Or if I don’t, I’ll do plastic surgery with them again. I’m sick of pretending that I’m a nice person, especially when I want to stumble because of what they say.

I was traumatized by their whispers, so I endured until Marshall and I were together. Because otherwise I might exhaust them, and I can’t stop what I hear.

I need to anticipate the situation because I already know the outcome of...