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Jenna shifts her eyes back to the road, her hand slipping down my arm "Oh I’m sorry Did she do that a lot? Favor your sister over you?"

"She didn’t kno to handle me It was difficult for her"

"You don’t have to make excuses for her, William And that states"

"I do And how is stating the truthexcuses for her?"

"Because the way you state it shapes how you think--about her and about yourself When the voice inside your head is saying negative things about you, then you have to find a way to change it"

"There are no voices in my head, Jenna Just pictures Lots of pictures"

"You have feelings"

I signal a right turn at the stop sign and follow through "Yes, I have feelings too"

"You also have the power to rewrite your history, you know"

Her words run overriver I picture stacks of history books and an ancient parchment with an old-fashioned quill and ink "I have no idea what that ional Park--a beautiful, natural space situated along the bank of the wetlands of the Santa Ana River

"It ative associations and your attitude toward past events You can change your perspective Like…you can reprogram and fra yourself, because you weren’t to blame"

I turn to her, and for a split second our eyes h me like a pointed lance "Do you do that? If you did, maybe you wouldn’t have to run away to a new place"

Her mouth drops open and then snaps shut, her blue eyes wide I don’t move a muscle while I wait for her answer Her face flushes dark and she turns to gather her bag before cli the door--too hard I slip out of o to the back of the truck She faces me there, her arms stiff, her fists balled up, her face still flushed She’s just as beautiful as ever, and every time I notice, it makes it hard to s and sometimes hard to breathe

"That wasn’t nice of you," she says between her teeth

"What?"

"What you just said"

"About how you run away? Why does the truthaway"