" I tried to drop it, just climb into the car and break the conversation, but my hands gripped the roof and the words poured out before I could stop them.
“You do judge me. It’s subtle, and it might not be intentional, but I can see it and I can feel it. You have no patience with weakness. You have no patience with emotional outbursts. I might not be what you first expected: a spoiled brat playing at living a real life. But it took me a hell of a long time to prove I wasn’t that girl, and I still feel like I’m walking a balance beam, ready at any moment to tumble out of your good graces. To make a stupid decision. To overreact to a problem. To be the useless debutante you expect. "

― Kelley Armstrong , Deceptions (Cainsville, #3)