Their confidence is not.

I learned, far too slowly, to trust the data over the confidence — and the day I did, I began, at last, to save myself.

Chapter 3 — The Explanations We Reach For

A month later, at the next dinner, it happened again — the same crushing heaviness, the same black gap in my memory, the same waking hours later in that guest room, disarranged and confused.

And again Christopher had an easy, immediate explanation ready, delivered without ever looking up from his screen.