Mary didn't sit right away. Her temper flared up and her first instinct was to push right back. It wasn't up to him to decide when she should or shouldn't talk about things. She wanted very much for them both to just keep on as they'd been-neither talking about the times when she woke up in the night in a cold sweat or screaming. It was just better that way.
She swallowed the lump that was starting to form in her throat and helped herself to some of the drink she'd just poured.
Her anger softened, but she still didn't look at him. He might be right, but it was a lot easier to just be angry, to keep it all walled up. She didn't take the offered seat on the bed, as much as she might have wanted to. It would be easier to talk if she didn't have to look anyone in the eye. She studied the table.
"I just keep going over that night that she took me in my head. Just keep thinking that I should have known better. Should have been better."