Chapter 52: A Choice?
Reese
What type of girl was Lizzie?
It wasn’t a simple question, and the more I found myself asking it, the more I realized there wasn’t a simple answer waiting at the end of it.
I had known women who were calculated, women who were soft, women who mistook silence for strength and loudness for power, but Lizzie existed somewhere entirely outside of all of that, in a space that didn’t fit neatly into anything I had ever understood before.
There was something almost disorienting about the way her mind worked, the way she processed things, the way she didn’t hesitate where most people would freeze, didn’t second-guess where others would crumble under the weight of fear and consequence.
And if I was being honest with myself, that disorientation came with someth
