She took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Dawes. You don’t know how sorry I am. But the car doesn’t matter. I matter. You matter. And I promise we’ll get it back. I just … I just need a little grace right now.” After a long moment, Dawes said, “Okay.” “Okay?” “Yes. For the time being. I’m sorry I was rude.” Then Alex did laugh. “You’re forgiven. And you should swear more, Dawes.”
