Words.
I realized just how much I had misstepped as I watched Hestia's face twist with something between disbelief and frustration. Her crossed arms and the way her gaze shifted away from me spoke louder than words could.
I hadn’t even realized I’d been walking on eggshells until now.
I leaned forward, trying to soften the words that felt so jarring to me, “Please don’t take it personally. Equality is sort of my thing,” I said, offering a half-smile that I hoped conveyed warmth instead of the awkwardness I felt. “Coming from a different background, I see things from a different perspective.”
I wasn’t expecting her to understand immediately, but I could feel the distance growing between us as she processed what I said. No wonder she was upset.
“I’m sorry, Hestia, it really has noth
