She’s lived in too many cities, dated too many men she never really wanted, and convinced herself she was in control. But when she lands in New York, she’s finally ready to stop pretending. To stop settling. To stop running from the truth she’s always known: she’s a lesbian.

Easier said than done. Because knowing you’re gay and actually being gay are two very different things—especially when the past still lingers. A stepfather who made her feel small. A history of chasing relatio...