Evelyn was quiet for a long time. When she spoke, her voice had the careful weight of someone measuring a dose.
"Is she drinking?"
"Marcus says six years sober."
"Do you believe him?"
Aaliyah closed her eyes. "I believe he believes it. I don't know if I believe her."
"And what do you want from me, baby? Permission to stay angry? Permission to forgive? I aged out of giving either a long time ago."
"I want you to tell me I'm not crazy for feeling like my husband stole something from me."