Raine sends her parents an email. 

Mom, Dad,

You sent me to True Directions hoping it would make me straight. And while you didn't quite get what you hoped for, it did work, in a way. 

Your daughter,

Sasha 

"I guess a new name would be too much."

"I'm not actually sure I want them to know it," she says, and waits for the reply, and then when it comes in she isn't sure whether to laugh or cry. 

Hugs. 

"So where am I going to end up moving?"

"I'm disowned, they're not looking for me, there's no reason to go anywhere but New York — I should ask Nat to get my stuff, there are things I don't want to leave behind —" 

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I love you." 

"Fuck your parents."

"Yeah." She's still clinging to Asher's shoulder, a little. 

Asher is going to hold her and NOT grin because being cut off by your family is very sad and he has empathy for this experience.

Asher is very good and she loves him very much and — and she has him and he has her and they can be okay. 

"I'll take care of you. --I'll do my best."

"Yeah." She reaches around to hold his hand. "We'll figure it out." 

"We will. We should see what Lev and Marlo's plans are."

"Marlo was planning on getting a GED and finding a trade school, I think." 

"But do they want to come to New York City with us?"

"I don't know if they know but I'll ask." Nuzzle. 

"Yes," Lev says from the other room, "yes, I do."

"We do." 

"Then it's settled." He kisses her forehead. "I love you."

"I love you."