I asked her what she felt most guilty about, and she said: “I can’t say it, because it will make me cry. And I don’t like people to see me cry.” I told her that was fine and changed the subject, but after a few minutes she typed it out on her phone, and handed it to me:
"When I was eleven years old, I got in a fight with my twin brother and told him that he was going to die before me because he had a brain tumor."
"Is he still alive?" I asked.