“I just don’t trust it,” she repeats. “Even though I’m tired of lying to myself about being happy to have you around, I can’t deny that I spend every day waiting for the other shoe to drop. For the moment when you leave because your life is always pulling us apart. There’s this cloud of dread around us, Chris, and it’s heavy and gray and impossible to penetrate, so we have to adjust. We have to find a way to be the only thing we can be to each other.”
