Carrying the expectations of others, living or not, will only hold you back.” My smile comes out crooked. “Letting them go is easier said than done.” Arlon cups my head and presses a kiss to my forehead. “I know. We’re all products of where we came from,” he says gently. “Unlearning what we’ve been taught to expect from ourselves is no small task, but I can promise you that the work is worth it.”
