Anger wants that.

Anger wants a clean villain.

But it would have been a lie, and it would have cost me my brother, and it would have cost Grace her father, and the lie is never worth those prices.

The truth was harder to hold and truer for it: that the man who held my hand for the needles and the man who pushed a baby away were the same man, and that neither one cancelled the other, and that the work in front of all of us was not to choose which one was real — they both were — but to help the good one come back and stay.

People are not their worst moment.