That night after putting the kids to bed Rose cries in Maya’s arms. She had been deeply hurt and disappointed at how things had become.

　　Maya tries to console her. “Things are sometimes not as bad as we think, my dear Robin.”

　　Rose looks at her tells her, “But sometimes they are. I can’t believe he just left without a word. He never even called me once.”

　　Maya softly asks her, “If he did not call and you were thinking of him, then why did ...