Zoe had hit him so hard that her hand screamed in pain, and she wanted so much to shake it out but refused to show any sign of weakness. She couldn't hit him again, though - her fingers refused to close back into a fist. Do you still dream of me he said, and she felt twisted and sick. "No," she said, but she heard how defiant she sounded, how untrue it sounded. She hadn't dreamed - but she had relived it, only last night.

"I could punch him," Rachel said, fidgeting from one foot to the other. "If he says another word, I can punch him."