Katie looks down at their hands, heart aching for her friend, and prays for the words to convey what she feels to be true. It's a thought that's given her comfort over the last few years, but not one she's ever quite put into coherent words. Instead, she's let the truth of it sit like a warm weight in her heart, unspoken, understood.

"People change," she says slowly. "You change. He changes. You either... learn to do it together or you don't. At home, you couldn't. But if you're open with him, Tara, if you're honest and he's honest, too, then... then maybe you can." She shakes her head, an old hurt in her eyes. Things have been so good lately, so much better than they've been since she was a very little girl, before David, before her father died. Russell is a good man. He does what he can to make the ache dissipate, but deep down, she knows it'll never fully go away and some part of the light inside her will never come back. "David changed. My husband. He didn't tell me anything. He just shut me out. I don't think we ever could have fixed it anyway, not the way he was, but I... it doesn't have to be that for you."