“With the guy at the apartment? I told you, Lachlan—”
"No, I mean, what happened to you before? Before all this? What happened to make you this way? The way you're—"
Her lips press together, and her eyes stop sparkling as she stares at the ceiling.
"The way you're really good at pretending to be someone other than yourself."
I shift, wrapping my arm over my eyes. I shouldn't tell Sophie. Maybe I shouldn't tell anyone. But I can't keep the reasons all to myself. At least not anymore.
"It's not like I haven't tried to be who I am," I tell her, the tips of my fingers grazing over my bruised chest. "Daughters in the Fletcher household weren't exactly encouraged to express themselves. We were all supposed to marry the right man, have the right amount of children, be the live-in help until
