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take that huge, first gasp of air. That’s the kind of sigh Steph

made. Like she’s drowning, sinking down, with no hope, but

then suddenly decides to kick for the surface and finally

reaches it this time.

She turns and studies me in bewilderment like she’s not

really sure who I am or how I got here. But then she purses her

lips and I see her determination come back. Her face is

shockingly pale, but I can literally see some of the color

coming back into her cheeks.

Another big inhale floods the room. A long exhale.

At least now Steph is looking at me. I can usually read

people pretty well, especially when they’re making eye

contact, but right now, I’m completely confused. Steph’s face

is a mixture of fear and exhilaration. Like she’s been waiting a

lifetime to say this.

And suddenly, I know.

I just know.

Because I felt the same way when I first told my family

and my friends.

“The matches were perfect in every way. You did the

best job you could have. It was just that they were never going

to work, because I’m not—I’ve tried, but I-I’m not interested

in men. In that way. I-I’m actually attracted to…women.”

Chapter 10

Stephanie

Instead of relief, my words are followed by an immediate

sense of panic. There obviously isn’t any taking them back.

Unfortunately for all mankind, time machines haven’t been

invented. I thought it would feel good to finally say it. To

finally tell someone. To actually admit the truth. I thought it

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