Like any girl, she still felt the echoes from earlier eras of repression. She'd been raised by a mot

Like any girl, she still felt the echoes from earlier …

Like any girl, she still felt the echoes from earlier eras of repression. She'd been raised by a mother who'd fought hard to get a wage she deserved, to have access to education when she lacked every advantage, to travel on her own terms. The idea she was being asked-that she was expected to simply play along-made the blood throb in her veins. She was already in the damn stays. Wasn't the enough?

Alexandra Bracken