“I have always struggled,” I said, “to stand still long enough to see it. All my life. All my life I’ve spent chasing my dream. That was what Siran betrayed, what Switch—my other friend—betrayed. I could not bear that they had dreams all their own.” I put a hand on the Keeper’s shoulder. “I do owe you, Imrah. Your whole family. And Siran. For reminding me to be . . . human.” So often we don’t see the truth because we won’t look low enough.
