That quiet sadness in the back of my mind. The certainty that there’s no way to make myself into the right shape to fit in. I don’t remember ever feeling any other way—except lately. With Lexi. As terrifying as life is out here, I’m not straining to live up to something or acting out before I have the chance to disappoint. I don’t get that nagging sense that I’m just not quite right. She makes me feel at ease.
