For once, Deirdre let her posture go, slouching back slightly on the couch, glass in hand. "I don't miss Alan." The statement was true, but neglected to point out how much she did miss Kyle. Work helped to distract her from it at times, but having a child in her arms again had brought all the pain of it back.
"And I have a new life here, Jack. I've moved on from what I left there. I don't even want to think about it." Her voice dropped quieter, but hardened at the same time. "There's nothing left for me back there."