ARIA

Cassandra and I are seated in the diner Uncle Barty and I always come to, with bowls of ice cream in front of us.

She dragged me here because she thought I'd need a sweet treat. She was right; I do feel a little bit better about things now that I've gotten everything out of my chest. At first, it felt like the world was ending, but now, I feel like I can actually make it through this.

It'll be okay. Everything will be okay.

"How's that? Better?"

It's like she can read my mind. I find ...