"It did happen," Naomi said. "Feeling okay anyway is not betrayal. It's recovery."
He leaned his head against the window. Rain stitched the glass.
"Do you hate him?" he asked.
Naomi checked her mirrors, bought herself three seconds. "I hate what he did. I hate that the system tried to call it guidance. Hate for a person is a heavy coat. I wear it when I need to. I take it off when I need to breathe."
"I think I still hate him," Isaiah said. "Is that bad?"