Boyd was tired of lying, and she was tired of fighting, and she desperately wanted someone to confide in. She touched her fingers to Hannah's cheek gently, fingertips brushing over soft skin, and she moved to the bed and she crawled onto it. It was soft and plush, and she sat in the center and crossed her legs.
She held out both her arms, so Hannah could see that there weren't any fresh needle marks, and then she hugged a pillow to her chest. "It's so complicated that I don't even know where to begin," she admitted.