“But I meant every word. I’d done my daughters no favors hiding behind feminine virtues, allowing men to do as they pleased with little more than sarcasm and secrecy for protest. Seeing my son half-dead, something changed in me – my willingness to obey, my willingness to accept, to let the men handle it was gone. When.”

“But I meant every word. I’d done my daughters no favors hiding behind feminine virtues, allowing men to do as they pleased with little more than sarcasm and secrecy for protest. Seeing my son half-dead, something changed in me – my willingness to obey, my willingness to accept, to let the men handle it was gone. When.”

— Stephanie Dray