Emilio took a deep breath, and started again. “See, the thing about all this is, when I finally worked it out, I wasn’t angry, okay? I wasn’t ashamed. I wasn’t hurt. Well, I was hurt—I mean, the guy put me in the hospital, right? But I swear: my feelings weren’t hurt.” He watched John carefully. “I was relieved. Can you believe that? I was just so fucking relieved”
