.cs75B323B{11pt;font-weight:bold;color:#000000;font-style:normal;Calibri;} .cs95B300B{11pt;font-weight:normal;color:#000000;font-style:normal;Calibri;} .cs3388614{text-align:left;margin:0pt 0pt 10pt 0pt;line-height:1.15;text-indent:0pt} .cs4639DCB{11pt;font-weight:normal;color:#000000;font-style:italic;Calibri;} Her body hurts her all the time now. It is separate, a thing apart. In her mind it has become a person or an object that is not quite her, that she doesn’t know.Vera and Thea are mother and daughter. Vera writes for the internet: she constructs identities and scenarios for brands to cater to the ideal consumer. Yet she also consumes the offerings of the online world herself: the addictive pursuit of a cure, the narratives she craves in which mother and daughter find a way out of the shared experience of chronic illness. She becomes preoccupied with a blog written by a woman named Claudia, a mother whose daughter also has a chronic illness.While on holiday in Italy, Thea writes in her journal. She is also constructing a character: an image of herself as she grapples with having the same illness as her mother, Vera. But gradually another person emerges in her journal, through her imaginings of her mother in the same house, the same city, at the same age. They have come to Italy to see where Vera’s family originates, but also to chase a promised cure in the form of a man said to be able to heal Thea’s illness.As they both grapple with their own narratives about their bodies and their wellness, all may not be as it seems.Perhaps a story does not necessarily need to be true for us to believe in it?
