If one believes they are broken, does that make it true? If all signs point to yes and it still be no? Clare wonders these things as she climbs out of her pit of sadness and gives birth to a sassier, broken girl who longs for someone to call her own. Someone who would see her fall apart and still be there the next day. Someone who thought she was good enough. Someone who would love her because he wanted to. Surely, she thought, one needs another to find happiness.