Anyone can do that, she could say, and she’s tempted to, but that gets filed away too. It’s not the point.

“Yeah,” she replies, favouring it. “It just feels so undramatic. In movies there’s always this big moment, people swear they’re going to be different, like it’s this big life and death thing. I’m just waiting for everything to explode in my face.”

See where she comes out in the wreckage. That’s been her whole life, anyway.

“How did you know you were a good enough person?”