"Yeah," Karen says, shifting a little closer so she can rest her head against his shoulder. "I am." She sounds a little like she's trying to convince herself of that, and maybe she is, but she knows he's right, too. The feeling of actually being okay isn't there yet, hasn't settled in, but it seems close, and God, right now, that seems like enough. "For the first time in, like, two weeks, I actually feel like I could be."

She's gotten by alright, for the most part, over the last ten years. Some times are always harder than others, but she's been relatively fine, at least in that regard. It's the way her past has come back to haunt her that's felt impossible to deal with until now. Somehow, she gets the feeling that she won't be seeing things anymore. She doesn't know whether or not Kevin is at rest, but maybe her own guilt can be.

"I'm glad I told you. I hate what it took, but."