“Gender fluid?” Emil asked. “Yes.” “I mean…the kid’s a tomboy. It’s just part of who she is, or a phase—” “Stop there,” Kaiyo said immediately, a protective burst of irritation flaring up. Emil shut his mouth, surprised. “I know you’re her parents. I know you are used to—and rightfully so—looking after her by making decisions that will help her. She’s ten. I get that. But in this, your interpretation of the situation simply does not matter. This isn’t even about what is or isn’t, what you believe or not. This is about Isla’s ability to learn about and express her own identity,”
