"Ah, my daughter," he said. "Eighteen, and already youʹve been accused of murder, aided felons, and acquired a death count higher than most guardians will ever see." He paused. "I couldnʹt be prouder."
People, I have discovered, are layers and layers of secrets. You believe you know them, that you understand them, but their motives are always hidden from you, buried in their own hearts. You will never know them, but sometimes you decide to trust them.