"I do know that." Ingrid smiled at him and squeezed his hand back in return. She knew Dean was there for her. It had always been that way. She was close to her family, her sisters, especially, but Dean had always been the person she could go to with anything. This had been the one thing she'd ever not shared with him.
He'd been away, though. Ing knew he'd have come running home if he knew and she couldn't do that to him. She didn't want him rushing home, screwing up his own education just because she was hurting.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you," she said softly, looking over at him at last.