“You know, I read an article a while back about people like the daughter,” Tammy continued as though she hadn’t been asked a question. She leaned back in her chair and looked out over the gray lake. “Studies say they usually turn out just fine, actually. Totally normal. I thought the lack of balance at home would make it hard for them to grow up right. But the article said they’re like those plants that grow in the dark. Resilient.”
She said resilient with a punch in her voice, like Logan was a soldier marching against her oppressively gay fathers.”