My problem might be that even if I did go home, I wouldn’t belong there, among people who give without thinking and care without trying.

Caleb," I say, "I love you." His eyes gleam with tear as he says, "I love you, too, Beatrice.

You can't be fearless, remember? Because you still care about things. About your life.

As a teenager, I put a lot of pressure on myself, and a lot of that, for me, was about finding a moral high ground. As I've grown up, I've decided to abandon that because it made me judgmental and also stressed me out.

I am proud. It will get me into trouble someday, but today it makes me brave

Caleb runs up to me and folds me carefully in his arms. I breathe a sigh of relief. I thought I had gotten to the point where I didn’t need my brother anymore, but I don’t think such a point actually exists.

But Christina and I are not people who cry together; we're people who fight together. SO I hold my tears in.