[In a better world, there is a girl grew up without ever knowing how to shoot a gun or what it is like to bleed for a cause that was never hers. In a better world, there is a girl who does not need to grip her keeps or look over her shoulder.

It is not the world she grew up in. It is not the world she lives in. It is not the world many live in.]

I suppose. I wasn't always so tall. Learning how to defend myself was a matter of survival. Now I can protect others who can't fight.

[Ginia weaves truth and lies together, building a backstory sometimes she wishes was true.]