I think back on things that happened. And I think about how if you were to tell stories about us, about our family, you might raise up your eyebrows, and you might say, “Well, no wonder.” I bet you think you can pinpoint where it started for her. It’s easy to think that, when you can look back at something as a whole. But when you’re living it, day by day, it’s like you’re in the belly of something and you can’t see its whole shape from the inside. You don’t know that what you’re inside of is really a monster. Part of me wants to never tell anything about Karen because people will wonder how none of us really saw what was happening. And because I wonder the same thing.