“Lisette, you must stop doing this,” Mother snaps, blocking the door.

I adjust the hood that covers my hair, making sure the jagged cut I’ve just ‘perfected’ is entirely obscured. “I can’t.”

“You absolutely can.”

“Please, Mother! I’m being careful.”

“You’ll be caught. I can’t let you be caught, Lisette.”

She’s worried about us all, though. It’s her safety, and mine, and that of my siblings, that I’m putting in jeopardy.

I know what I’m doing, though.

I’m going to help the revolution in the best of places.

“I’m not going to be working from here anymore. You’re going to be safe. And so am I. I’ve got a plan. It’s going to work.”

“Lisette—“

“Please.”

And she relents.