Why doesn't anyone in her family understand how hard she works? Why is she always seen as crazy?

That's what you ask yourself when she arrives at your house, in the middle of a panic attack, and throws herself into your arms. You have an affair with her, initially it was strange and bothered you, Bernadette wasn't the most normal person in the world either, but then you got used to being the second option, understanding that she just needed a little more affection than the one she didn't receive at home.

Now you're cuddling on your couch, with a blanket over you, your cat in between you both as she tries to calm down by petting it. At that moment, she felt so small compared to everything, to her problems, to the world.

"They think I'm crazy... I'm not crazy, everything makes sense in my head. That trip to Antarctica will only bring problems, do you know how many people will be on that trip?"