“She’s different with you,” he said without preamble. “Different how?” “More herself.” He studied me thoughtfully. “Tempest has spent her whole life trying to fit into spaces that weren’t built for her. Driven enough for her mother, academic enough for her father, fashionable enough for Catalina, strategic enough for Rosalind, social enough for Ophelia, and athletic enough for Freddie.” He shook his head. “It’s exhausting being everyone’s afterthought.”
