without fear of censure. “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings when…” She trailed off, knowing I’d understand what she meant. “I just had so much to think about. First, it was my leg, and once I got better, there was school. I felt like I had to focus on fitting in, and—” “I don’t.” Apart from my fellow guards, people had made that clear. “You make your own rules. I respect that, but I’m not you. I want folks to like me. I love it here.” “I don’t expect you to walk my path,” I said.
