[ Sharon swings wildly between accepting the past for what it is and despising every choice she ever made—choices born from a desperate need to love, to be loved, and to lash out in revenge. She’s come to accept that this conflict will always live inside her. It’s hard not to, when you’re one soul split into two people who became two very different women. One, consumed by anger. The other, moved by love. Somehow, they coexist within her.
She listens to Casey. He’s a sharp kid, especially when it comes to emotions. As the turtle takes shape, she notices the mural shifting in a new direction, and a smile grows. ] I hope one day I’m as sure of that as you are. [ Maybe she never will be, but that doesn’t mean she’ll stop trying. ]
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She listens to Casey. He’s a sharp kid, especially when it comes to emotions. As the turtle takes shape, she notices the mural shifting in a new direction, and a smile grows. ] I hope one day I’m as sure of that as you are. [ Maybe she never will be, but that doesn’t mean she’ll stop trying. ]