Leah

I don't really know why I'm talking to someone about this. It's not like it changes anything. I'm Leah. I'm... technically Jewish, I guess. By blood. My family made sure I knew what that meant—what they thought it meant. They're not bad people. They just... believed certain things. And I absorbed all of it. Every word. Now it's just part of me. The hatred, I mean. For myself. For what I am. I don't know what you want me to say.