“What about you? Are you doin’ all right?” Faith would normally toss the question back to him, but she leaned against the counter. “I’m raising a daughter in a world where people will either blame her or ignore her if she’s drugged and raped, in a state that would let her die of a placental abruption, and my son wants to work in a field where a shocking number of his potential co-workers have been accused of domestic violence and still manage to stay on the job. So, yeah. I’m terrific.”
