“You know the story as well as anyone. If we are diligent, if we know the passages, if we honor our fathers, we might be granted the things Cinderella was.” “And if we do all those things and nothing happens—no fairy godmother appears, no dress, no shoes, no carriage—then what? Do we still believe it?” “Don’t question the story, Sophia.” Liv steps closer to me. “Not in public. Not anywhere.”
