"Try."
"That's not what I asked."
Elias leaned forward. "Kessa—or whoever you were before—I'm giving you permission. For all of it. The laughing. The crying. The dreaming. The walking out the front door if you want." live with a slave
Elias sat down on the cold pantry floor next to her. They stayed there for an hour, saying nothing. The cans stayed unorganized. live with a slave
"That sounds like a good dream."