Mad Honey

by Jodi Picoult

IT’S TRUE THAT for years, I hid the fact that Braden abused me. Part of it was because I bought into the gaslighting, the constant barrage of abuse. Part of it was because I was bewildered and embarrassed that I had reached this point—as if I could no longer mark the spot where I stopped being an intelligent, confident woman.

Where is the line between keeping something private, and being dishonest?

This has always been my favorite fact about bees: in their world, destiny is fluid. You might start life as a worker, and end up a queen.