“Good. Don’t be afraid of your rage. It doesn’t have to be weakness. It’ll make you do anything. Get angry. Channel it.” As they rose again, Valerie’s chin turned up in a silent dare. Naomi rose and fell as gravity took and released its hold. She spread her arms wide, far above the ground, and promised she wouldn’t let failure define her. She would try again in two years. And again two years after that. She’d try until they couldn’t say no.
