Scene 1: My Own Person

I am my own person—the words of her epiphany, what they call a realization, only six weeks earlier repeat in Amory’s mind as she paces back and forth outside the meeting room, feeling nothing like an independent young woman. It took her nineteen years to understand this simple concept, not for lack of mental ability but because the idea is strangely absent from her world.… Read More Scene 1: My Own Person