“They’re all Assata. They all know what needs to be done for Lucille to move on. As far as anyone’s concerned, the angels never happened, Bitter.” Even though it was a lie, a fantasy, the sound of it still sent a wave of relief through her. It must have shown in her face, because Ube took her hand and held it firmly in his. “It’s over, Bitter. Try to put all this behind you, and if you’re gonna remember anything, remember that at the end, you made a real difference.”
