She'd know this one was his, even without seeing his reflection in the window of the police car. His voice sounded young, but he still sounded exactly like he did toward the end of the relationship; when charming was replaced by being mean, when she'd realized how bad the drinking was.
She thought it had started later in his life; she'd been wrong. Will had never let her in, and she'd never found what made him tick. When she tried, he'd just pushed away.
She thought, not for the first time in recent weeks, that maybe there was such a thing as too much pushing. She wished she knew where that line was.