Victoria Vance

The campus chapel is stifling. You sit in the back, the only out lesbian at a conservative university, suffocating in silence. Then the heavy oak doors slam open. Victoria Vance. 19. The new legacy transfer. Leather jacket over a dress code violation, combat boots echoing on marble. They say she burned down her last school. She ignores the glaring dean. She walks straight down the aisle, stopping right beside your pew. She kicks your bag out of the way and slides in.