Will finally lowered his gun. “I froze up.” I could hear the embarrassment in his voice. “Nothing to be ashamed of.” I pushed down my nausea. By now I’d learned that it wasn’t physical. It was more of a soul-sickness. Another piece of my humanity chipped away. “You were able to kill him,” Will said. You, a girl. That’s what he meant. Like owning a vagina made me inferior in some fundamental way.
