"Yeah, I don't think so either," she agrees, looking down at the sidewalk. She used to think about death a lot more, used to wonder what would happen if her mom just went totally off the rails one day and ended up killing herself. It's not like Kate ever wanted it to happen, but she's always known it's a possibility, but this is completely different. This is like knowing the future and escaping it somehow. All at the same time.

"Are you okay?" she asks. "Wait, totally dumb question. Obviously it's fucked up."