James didn't answer right away, impatiently helping her pull off his robe so he could pull her close again. The words she was saying weren't new. The same questions, the same laments, every day.
Will it ever get easier?
I miss him.
Never any answers.
It hurts.
"It'll be all right," he said, not because he believed it, but because he knew she needed to hear it. Maybe it was true. He hoped so. "I've got you."