“I don’t know,” said Greg. “I try to keep my chin up, but sometimes it feels so pointless. Do you ever get that? Do you ever feel like nobody’s listening and really at the end of the day nobody gives a damn about you either way?”
After a few seconds, Greg turned. “I said, ‘Do you ever feel like nobody’s—’” He stopped. Brigid was no longer in the kitchen, but was in fact at the far end of the hall, nose in a book, closing her bedroom door behind her.
“Never mind,” Greg said.