
"I thought she'd stopped liking me."
"She used to sit on the kitchen counter and tell me about her day. Then, around Class 8, the door started closing — literally. I took it personally for a year.
The first call put her on a map. Thirteen to fifteen: friends become the mirror, privacy becomes a need. It wasn't about me at all. The mentor gave me one rule — stop asking questions at the door, start saying one true thing at dinner — and a script for that night.
Week three she asked to meet the mentor herself. I still don't know what they talk about. I know she came and sat on the counter on Sunday."







