I hesitate as it all snaps into focus. Like an optical illusion, where you’veseen the whole picture the whole time, but you couldn’t see the hiddenimage until someone told you where to look.
“You like women,” I breathe out. It sounds stupid as soon as I say it, but it’sundeniably the truth.
Bee abandons her drained tumbler altogether and picks up the whole bottleinstead. “Bingo,” she says. “For the record, I wanted to tell you all this agesago.”
Goosebumps erupt all over my skin. “Tell me what, exactly? What’s goingon here?”
“I’m gay, Wren. Dmitri was the first person I came out to. I was twelve; hewas a little older. These scars on my back? They’re a result of my‘conversion therapy,’ courtesy of my sadistic f**k of a father.”
My eyes pop out of t
