Chapter 41 Everything They Assume About Me Is Wrong

• The first thing I broke was a glass.
• Not on purpose.
• It slipped from my fingers while I was standing there pretending my hands were steady, pretending my chest wasn’t tight, pretending I wasn’t thinking about how easy it would be for everything to go wrong if I blinked at the wrong moment. The glass shattered on the stone floor, sharp and loud and final, and the sound echoed through the room like it wanted witnesses.