"It's not your fault, either."

She breathes, very evenly, then slowly sets her Kahr down on the coffee table. Without it, she feels bare and vulnerable.

It used to be so easy to be vulnerable with him.

Sharon takes one careful, wary step towards him, then another. When she's a few feet away, she holds out her hands, palms up. When she speaks, her voice breaks, just a little. "But I missed you."