He Spent a Year Paying a Doctor to Write Down a Fragile, Unstable Version of Me That Didn’t Exist — So When He Finally Set Me Aside, the Whole World Would Believe I’d Simply Come Apart on My Own

The difference between us, in the end, was not that I was wise and she was weak.

It was that I was, at last, forced to know, in a dim room where I could not choose to look away, and once I knew, I acted.

That is all virtue really is, sometimes: not being braver than the next person, but being cornered by the truth in a moment when you can no longer un-see it, and then, in that moment, choosing to move toward it instead of away.

Sabrina never got that moment, or refused it when it came.