If Eliot had been pissed off when he went upstairs, things were worse when he returned. Even when he left Nate's she could hear from the sound of his feet and the slamming of the door that things hadn't gone well, but when he returned to their apartment she waited, knowing better than to push.
"I'm not," she said, looking up from where she sat packing. "I know it's not what we wanted, but we'll make it through this. We always knew this could happen." Well maybe not this as much as them leaving.
"Help me up?" she said, reaching for him. Once up, she took his hand and brought him over to the couch. "I was thinking about Kentucky," she said, gesturing towards the screen on the computer where the pictures of a beautiful horse ranch were opened. "It's a out of our price range now, but not by all that much. It's not that far off."
"We'll still have our dream, Eliot. It just won't be here." She might hate this, but right now, her husband needed some hope back.