She knew what he meant, without making him say it, and while Cash had been afraid that she would be  angry, like Theo had been, she wasn’t. He was pliant, he let himself be dragged, and he wrapped his arms around Angie once she was in his lap. He tucked his face into her hair, inhaled her family Angie-smell, sighed.

”I don’t want to trap you,” Cash whispered, into her hair. He hadn’t asked her to stay, she was choosing to — but would she have chosen, if she was doing well?