Sophia’s laugh sounded so bitter, she startled herself. “Hardly. Luke? My friend back home. He got sent to a labour camp. I was going to be forced to marry some man.”
She’d cry soon. “I refuse to hide who I am here. And my guardian and closest friend accept me.”
She thought about what he said. “People here seem to accept same sex relationships. I am sorry it sounded as bad for you back home.”