As a kid there’d been times when she wondered why she’d been born. It sounded self-pitying, and she wasn’t proud of those black moods, but she had honestly felt like a cosmic joke. The very same question came to her now. Why had she been born? To end up like this? She knew that some lives were visited with more pain than others, but she didn’t understand how that worked, how pain got dealt out. How much was enough? An eternity? Because that’s what it felt like she was facing now.The Arrangement, Suzanne Forster
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