"No," she insists, shaking her head gently against his shoulder. "You have an excuse, and you— You stopped yourself, you saw me. I'm not saying it's not terrible—" She leans back, eyes red-rimmed and damp where they look back at him. "It's terrible. For you and for me. But I'm not crying because of you. It just... I thought I'd started to forget, and I—" Her breath hitches wetly as her gaze darts away, ashamed. "I guess I was stupid to think so."

She swallows and presses her eyes firmly closed, trying to banish the image of J.D.'s face that wants to swim up from the blackness. "He tried to kill me, I don't know if I told you that. You probably never really get over something like that."