Calming down gradually, my mind goes blank. And I just stare at the floor through a glassy gaze as Chelsea keeps patting my hair.

“I’m no different from you, Tara,” she says in a soft tone. “We’ve both walked through that moment in our life when we question our existence and identities.”

I blow my nose into the hem of my dress. To be honest, I have an absolute apathy towards Chelsea’s speech. It seems she doesn’t care about my interests, though. So I let her narrate on.

“At ...