I couldn’t even focus at the grocery store today. Went for carrots and came home with a bag of apples. One thing, and I couldn’t keep my mind off what Morgan told me. The randomness of it, the disgusting nature of it … I can’t get it out of my head. And then I wondered if they’ve told anybody else. Am I the only one who knows? And if so, why tell me? Because now it has to live with me, to suffer with it? Like a pearl in an oyster it sits in my chest now, what she told me, tearing at my chest from every angle. That’s how it feels. And sometimes, at night before bed, I think of tearing out that pearl, shucking it, and giving it right back to her. I don’t accept it - I don’t want to know about it, and I don’t want to see it again. I don’t want to see her again. Her secret should have died with her and instead it dies with me.