I was still afraid of him, I knew, but in a different way - I was no longer a child, afraid of the threat my terrifying father posed to my safety. I was a man, afraid of the threat he posed to my character, to my future, to my identity.
Veronica RothDo I look like Iโve been crying?โ I say. โHmm.โ He leans in close, narrowing his eyes like heโs inspecting my face. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. Even closer, so we would be breathng the same air- if I could remember to breathe. โNo, Tris,โ he says. A more serious look replaces his smile as he adds, โYou look tough as nails.
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