“Maybe so,” Cecilia responds dispassionately. She is unmoved by Gregory’s hand on her shoulder or the single tear running down his cheek. He isn’t in control of his actions. She supposes no one ever really is, at the molecular level. And if you’re not in control of your actions than you can’t be in control of your fate. And nothing you do really matters at all. So, what’s the point in worrying?

...


But worry she does, anyway. All the time. Cecilia hasn’t quite hammered out the details of her new life philosophy.

Pulling her knees to her chest, she tips her head back against the wall and sighs. “Is it fun to be charmed? You seem...” Manic. “Overjoyed.” Maybe she should try it.