Ana

Rick and I talk about telling someone for a long time. We know that if we tell, Cassie will probably be hospitalized, because her anorexia is really bad. And if we don't tell, she'll just get worse and worse and worse. But if we don't tell, will Cassie hate us? She might, for a while. But she'll understand why we told. She'll understand eventually.

I cry a lot during this conversation. But Rick holds me, and whispers comforting things in my ears, and lets me sob and sob and sob. And then, when I finally stop crying, I know that I can do something.

I won't tell an adult yet.

I'm going to try to talk to Cassie.

Again.

And if it doesn't work, I will tell someone.