Leanna Avery Anger is a difficult emotion to let go of. And it’s usually linked with pride. I never knew that I had any pride or that I was allowed to till I came here, till I learned that I was fighting for more than just my life. And it’s my pride that throbs when Harriet tells me the truth, when Cedric tells me what really happened. I can’t make sense of it. These aren’t emotions I can take apart and assess. I don’t want to feel this way. I don’t want to stop being angry. All these years, my anger has been the only thing I’ve held on to. Knowing now that I’ve been angry over nothing, that I spent the last eight years being upset over nothing, makes me feel all sorts of ways. “You don’t disobey your mother. That’s disrespectful, and I won’t allow it.” “If you want to go somewhere,

