And given what she's done, I understand you want to punish her.
That's not why I came here.
I just lost it.
I've done worse.
I once threw a bowl of soup
across the room when visiting my dad.
In a place much like this. Worse.
Your dad was in the nut house? For years.
He checked out of my life when I was ten,
Traded our family room for the chaos inside his head.
He made your friend down the hall seem downright chatty.
She won't even apologize.
Then you have to accept that, Hanna.
You've lost someone whom you trusted.
And then you might be grieving for the Mona
you didn't know as much as for the one you did.
I'm getting really tired of losing people.
And this is particularly
hard because Mona's right in front of you.
In clinical terms, we call it "Ambiguous loss."
There's been a death, but it doesn't involve a body.
Like when a soldier goes missing,
Or a relative slips into dementia.
They're gone, but yet, still here.