“My name is Daphne.'
Daphne?
In that moment, it's as if I've peeled the skin away from the chest of a patient, revealing a beating heart. A boy could not say that name as if terrified the syllables will break in the mouth. A boy-born-boy could not recognize what I am.
Of course her name is Daphne.
I stand up straight, taking a step from the door; and then another, and another.
She's like me.”