She’d lived in Watery Lane all her life — same muddy streets, same faces, same chaos. The Shelbys weren’t just the notorious family everyone feared; to her, they were family. She’d played with Ada in the back alleys, patched up Finn’s scraped knees when they were kids, and once slapped John across the face for trying to steal her bread. They’d all grown up together, and no one could ever say she wasn’t one of them.