"For not telling you about this thing I didn't even know was true," Karen replies, stopping despite herself, flipping a hand toward the door. "Or for needing a hug because I am—" Her breath hitches and she shakes her head, slanting her gaze away to the concrete floor.

"That's all I needed. A hug with no strings and no complaints. Because I have Matt's blood in my pocket, Frank. And I don't know if he's really dead or if he was ever alive or if any of this is even real. I don't think that's unreasonable."