“They’re still stinging, but feeling much better. Thank you for your help,” she said thoughtfully.
“You have to tell me,” he began saying as they kept walking, “how were you able to stay hidden in plain sight dressed as a boy for a year? I mean, it’s pretty obvious you’re not a boy, even with all that mud on your face.”
“I think that mud helped my skin somehow,” she joked. “I don’t know. I tried not to go out as much, wore hats constantly and tried my best. No one dared question me, so I kept going about my day.”
“Didn’t you get tired of it though? You didn’t get to go about your day normally at all. You were living a lie,” he asked cautiously.
“It grew tiresome, but…” She shrugged, trying to come up with the right word. “I’m stubborn. I wasn’t doing it for me; I was doing it for my fa
