Biting her lip at the chastising, Meghan considered leaving. She could. Nothing was making her stay there. She didn't owe Cecilia anything, even if it kind of felt that way, even if she was automatically straightening her shoulders, turning back to Cecilia, giving her her attention.
"I don't know what you mean," she finally admitted, eyes squinting slightly in thought as she looked back up at Cecilia. Pushing people away was how she survived. It was what she had to do. Anyone who got too close would see all the dirty parts her mom always told her were there, would see how useless she really was. They'd be able to look through all the masks and smoke screens and see what was happening, and Meghan couldn't have that. If someone saw it, if someone else knew, then it'd be horribly real. She spent most of her days making things okay. No one else could know that it wasn't.