“Do you want to talk about this?” Delilah asked, breaking the spell. Claire huffed a laugh. “Not really, no.” “Then we won’t.” She didn’t say it like it was a relief, or like she didn’t want to talk about it in the first place. She said it gently, like she understood hard things and how, even though talking about them could be therapeutic, the words themselves were a labor and, sometimes, one just didn’t have the bandwidth for them.
