Timelines – Chapter One – Page 45
This page broke me a little. That look on El’s face as she holds up her old passport—like she’s trying to convince the world she still belongs to herself.
I’ve felt that dread too. The fear that people will decide you don’t fit—that they’ll say no, send you back, judge you for a body you didn’t plan but carry anyway. But no one said a thing. Just a stamp.
And that quiet hotel welcome? That sweet hand squeeze? It was everything.










