Logically, Kate knows this. Her therapist told her this so many times and she has told herself so many times, but there are those days where the what ifs and the why nots come and the blame turns in on Kate.

Kate nods, understanding where Steph is going with this. It's not the Victim Olympics and she's not trying to say she had it worse than Kate; she's just trying to relate which is a lot more than other people have tried to do. There's a small voice in Kate's mind, the darker part, that says Steph was a lucky duck to get away. Kate shoves at her hair as if it'll push back the thought, that horrible thing where she's the one making comparisons.

"We're both so messed up. Why does anybody let us outside?" She's laughing through the tears because what else can she say? They both have so many issues for being so young; where's the carefree teenage years people talk so much about?