She was struggling, and it was doing a number on me. I knew this was going to be hard on her, but I’d underestimated what seeing her go through this would do to me.

I wanted to snatch her up and take her out of there, but I knew she had to go through this now or later. It should’ve been simple, really, and a good thing, I thought, but I didn’t think of the implications for both of them.

I guess I didn’t realize that the reminder of all that they’d been through, all that ...