“But I didn’t cry. I sat stiller than I’d ever sat, just kind of falling in on myself, getting denser and smaller, and all the while I screamed. Not with my vocal chords, nothing so pure and ordinary as that. My mouth didn’t move, but I screamed with my whole body, my hair, my fingers, the back of my neck, the pit of my stomach, the pores of my skin. I screamed until I didn’t have any voice left, until I was empty, and then I floated, shivering, in an ice-cold ocean of silence.”
