"I don't blame you," Naomi said, pushing another cup of coffee toward Jake. "Drink up. You look exhausted."
Jake put down his cold coffee and picked up the new one, letting it scald his palm.
"I don't blame you," she insisted, guzzling her own coffee like it would keep her alive. "You came up with the plan, but she agreed. I raised her to be the type of person who would…" She shook her head. "I should have seen the signs."
"You're not the one who made her that way, Aunt Naomi," Jake said. "I did. And she let me."