"No," she says softly. She feels guilty for being so happy about that - Angela has her own friends, her own home, her own life, just like all of them. That's what she'd kept telling herself - that she was happier, that it was better. That's what she'd kept hoping.

That's what steals her smile as she shuts the door. She's already shaking her head as she turns.

"Not your fault. I - " She's not sure how to say it, not exactly. "Even if you'd chosen to go home, I wouldn't blame you."