“Panic was her constant state of being, as familiar to her as breathing. She imagined that even as a newborn she’d awoken each day with her heart in her throat, asking, What will today be like? Will I forget something, or say the wrong thing? How can I make everyone happy? What if I can’t?”

“Panic was her constant state of being, as familiar to her as breathing. She imagined that even as a newborn she’d awoken each day with her heart in her throat, asking, What will today be like? Will I forget something, or say the wrong thing? How can I make everyone happy? What if I can’t?”

— Sally Hepworth