“ Robin Rice has a way with language, staccato, lyrical, pressing, that drives her story through you. The argument builds and roils and all of a sudden, you've reached the end. Agnes yells back words said by other characters and the childish repetition is devastating. The twists are wonderful and dark. When we shroud ourselves so we might drown in our guilt, sometimes we need someone to tear up all that we've sewn. We need to rip up all our empty notebooks. We need to love and forgive. Isn't it funny how forgiving ourselves is so much harder than forgiving others? ”