Celina stood by the window, staring into the dark.

“I used to be painfully shy,” she began softly. “There was a boy who liked me once. We’d talk through little notes—my friends would pass them back and forth. I froze every time I even thought about looking him in the eyes. My mind told me to go… but my body wouldn’t move. I felt strange, out of place.”

She turned to face Thor again.

“At home, sometimes I’d sit on my bed and think: I don’t belong here. This family isn’t mine. It was a silent kin