<p><strong>Prologue</strong></p><p>I was nine the first time someone told me I was <em>wrong</em>.</p><p>It wasn't in a cruel way not exactly. A teacher leaned down soft</p><p>voice meant to soothe after I'd blurted out the answer before she</p><p>finished the question. Iris she said smiling like patience itself</p><p>you need to learn how to be normal.</p><p>Normal.</p>