Rina whirled around, eyes blazing. “If he’s your responsibility, you should be responsible enough to fix it. If you’re looking after him, look after him,” she whispered furiously. “What do you think I’m doing?” August shot back. “I think you’re doing your best,” Rina said, tossing the wet dishrag into the sink. “But your best is not good enough sometimes,” she said, deflating a bit. “Sometimes … you have to stop trying and just let someone else try their best. In order to survive.”
