"I don't, I don't understand?" El says quietly, finally looking Hop in the eye. "I talk to you." she finishes. "Yeah, yeah, kid. I know you do. And I'm glad you do. I'm glad you trust me enough to tell me some of what happened. But I'm not able to help you. Not really." "Is there something wrong with me?" She asks, looking back down at the ground. or: El goes to therapy