I decided to look up the motel. I don’t know why, I just wanted to know that the horrible things you told me couldn’t have actually happened there. But then I saw something. What? Norma, your mom… she died. Two years ago, right after we left. Emma, what-what are you talking about? It says she took her own life. No-no, no, she wouldn’t do that.
It’s hard to be lonely… but it’s also hard to love people. I think that the trap… that little private trap that everyone lives in… and we need people, but that need can destroy us. Once you care about someone, it rules you… And who even knows if that person is really who they think they are or if they’re even real at all.