Before Nash could finish his sentence, Lydia and Bronx happened to arrive at the door.

During my most desperate moments, when I hated myself the most and cut my skin with a knife again and again, or paced on the rooftop edge, I wondered if they would regret their actions if I just disappeared.

Looking at my family in the car on the way to Baltimore, silent and indifferent, I finally understood. They wouldn’t.

I had always known my mother disliked me. She believed my existence had robbed her of the life she could have had.

My mother was a well-known beauty in her town, having had no prior acquaintance...