Stacey looked up from the open suitcase on their bed and the neatly folded clothes that she'd already started putting inside. Tears started to fall again as she listened to Sam's heartfelt plea.
"I don't want to leave," she sobbed. "I never want to leave you....But...."
She didn't know how she could finish her sentence, but she knew that she must. "But if you don't want a committment...."
Never mind. She couldn't finish the sentence. Not just because she didn't want to spell everything out, but because she really didn't know how to end it. She couldn't finish it with "...then I need to find someone who does," because the thought of being with any man other than Sam nauseated her.
She felt lost. "I don't know what to do," she whispered to him, hoping that he could fix everything.