“Call them out,” I said, angling in closer than necessary. “Let’s force them to own their fuckups. Put them on the defensive.” She surveyed me, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, as if uncertainty had sunken in. I wouldn’t have it. She knew what the hell she was doing, and I’d back her up all the way. So I lowered my head, catching her eye, and squeezed her hand. “I couldn’t do this without you.”
