When the two of you wound up in your old room...I think that was the first time he truly remembered me in a year of his grief. Not just the shadows of my memory that haunted him.

[She draws in a breath she doesn't need, and lets it out again, simply because.]

I still love him. He still loves me. What he did to you in particular haunts him the most — I don't think he regrets the rest of it much, even now. We...

[She closes her eyes, turning her face away.]

I'm still furious. But I can't bear the thought of being away from him.