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I’m so stunned that I find myself in that rare situation where I have nothing to say. I just look at her—the woman I thought I’d known all this time.
As it turns out, I didn’t know her at all.
As moments pass, I begin to digest the severity of this deception. I recall all the conversations where I described the Quiet, and she acted like a shrink listening to a delusional patient. All the therapy meant to get me to stop imagining something that she clearly had always known was real. In a way, the anger I begin to feel is akin to the way I felt when I thought Sara had been a Reader but never told me—and sent me to a shrink, to boot. This is the shrink I eventually ended up with, and Liz’s deception is worse than Sara’s would’ve been had my mom turned out to be a Reader. Liz actually pr
