“I stopped being a kid when I fell down the steps into that hell where Kate died,” she shot back, chin angled high in the air. “I’m not normal or safe or dull. I’m not scared of pain or death, Hen. I’m only scared of losing the few people I love.” Tears swelled in her ducts and trembled. “I can’t afford to lose any more of you when there were so few to start with.”
