“It was the first time she'd discovered something she really didn't want to find, and she didn't know what to do once she'd found it.”

“This time she didn't bother correcting him. Just this once, she'd like to believe that he's right.”

“I want to go home.' The moment the smell hit her, the words came into her head. She didn't know exactly what home it was she wanted to go to, certainly not the one she'd just left. But why didn't she want to go back there? And where did she want to go? She felt lost.”

“Oh shit, she'd done that wrong, hadn't she? She'd said that wrong, he didn't understand what she meant. She'd thought he would know, that he'd be able to read between the lines and understand, but what if he hadn't? SHould she say more? But how much more?”

“She regretted the explanation immediately, but that was because she always regretted everything. And then, after the regret had flared and burned out, she didn't care. He should know, she thought. She wanted him to know. She felt something for somebody, and she'd told him.”

“She'd either be a heartless mother and wife or a spineless enabler, when all she really wanted was the man she'd once believed him to be.”