"Honestly," Sunny said, even as she felt the potential well of panic open up inside her, "I really don't know. If I ever figure it out, I'll tell you."

The longer Sunny was at the inn, the more she felt the divide that made up who she was and the less she knew what to do about it. She missed her family, her friends, her world, she missed them so much it hurt. But she also knew that while this world didn't have the people she loved most, it was also the only place she'd ever been where she could be completely herself all the time without worrying about letting something slip to people who couldn't see.

Her mother could never know her. Her brothers could never know her. If she married outside of the Leopard community as her grandmother had done, her husband and children would never be able to know her. It killed her having to lie, and being here was a stark and sweet relief from it.

And she hated that.

None of this being something she was about to tell a stranger.