I related to this in a strange way. I didn't support all of Vicky's choices, but I couldn't argue because I understood her. I was afraid for Zachary and desperately afraid of him, and I hated him for it. (I'm almost 100% sure he was bipolar.) I loved Leo but I didn't want him to be anything more than friends. I was very curious about Adam. I was as affected by Grandfather's degeneration as Vic was; nobody warned me there would be in-home hospice for someone dying of cancer, with the family staying over the summer to take care of him—it was terribly close to home, and it shook me.

And I felt the utter hopelessness Vic felt when Binnie took her last breath.

But most of all—"You will bear the light."
I cannot help but think Grandfather was speaking to me, too.