At fourteen, Hope published her first story.
A small literary magazine, nothing major, but it was real—her name in print, her words reaching strangers. Lina was prouder than she'd been of any of her own accomplishments.
"Mom, it's just a story," Hope said, embarrassed by her mother's tears.
"It's not just a story. It's YOUR story. Your voice, out in the world." Lina hugged her tightly. "I'm so proud of you."
Kai framed the magazine, hanging it in his studio. "My daughter, the writer," he told everyone who visited.
Hope pretended to be mortified. But secretly, Lina knew, she loved it.