He walked away without another word. Before he could see just how much his parting comment hurt. Was it me? Was there something I did, I said, that made people inherently not trust me? I didn’t gossip. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d shared someone else’s secret. I did draw people sometimes without their knowledge. Maybe that was an invasion. Except very few saw my sketches. After showing Father and Margot when I was younger and being met with scowls, I’d mostly kept my art to myself.
