“Haven’t you seen enough fighting?” His tone made it seem like there was something wrong with me, like I should be glad to do nothing but attend school and sew with Momma Oaks. “It’s what I was raised to do. It’s what I’m good at.” I squared my shoulders, determined not to let him make me feel bad, even if my behavior disappointed him. His next words filled me with hope. “You’re still my partner. I won’t let you go out there without someone you trust.” And I did trust him, no matter the problems between us. Some of my inner ice melted. “Come on then.”
