She didn't like traces of their stories. She didn't like the way Elaine said gifted dancer and prophetic dreams in the same sentence as though they were on the same level. They kept saying you're human, but humans inherited traits through genetics, they didn't inherit stories. One was predisposition, the other was predetermination, and how was she supposed to deal with that? If Archer was a healer, was med school really her plan, or was that just his story pulling her in? Did it even matter how hard she'd busted her ass to get there? Did anything she wanted matter?
The sob building up in her chest was getting harder and harder to hold inside. Rosario shoved it down with a fierce sniff, but she couldn't do anything about the tightness in her throat or the way it stretched her voice thin and high. "I'm not a story. I'm not, I'm not a story."