Michaela listened as he spoke and when he finished, she reached out to pat his hand. "I never hid from the devil," she explained, "but I understand hiding from everyone else. And the determination not to hide any more. Hell yes, you can have some vodka pineapple."
She rose from her seat and went to pull the vodka from the freezer and the juice from her fridge. She fixed the drink up and carried it back, handing it over to him. "I'm so proud of you."