I stared at her bare knees plunked into the muddy grass. I’d been an utter asshole to her in the car. And she was still doing what she always did—taking care of people. I tried to summon some disgust at that. I couldn't. The truth was…nothing about her disgusted me. She just stirred up a whirlwind of strange, fucked-up emotions when she proved to me, again and again, that her goodness wasn’t fake.
