As if this was easy for her. She'd sort of got things together in New York, in her own special way, obviously she should have just stayed there. She knew her questions and general demeanour were bothering Sid, but she couldn't help it. She'd been reasonably happy on the couch her, she though she knew what was doing, that she was in control but it clear now she was wrong. She just as confused as had done when she'd been in the mental hospital last year and she hated feeling like this, she was supposed to be stronger.
"What? But we sorted all that out," she said, her tone was pleading now, pleading him to make sense to her more than anything else. "I came back to explain remember?"
Then he mentioned Chris and she burst into tears, she'd done pretty well since his death or perhaps more accurately she'd managed to keep it all bottled up until this moment. She didn't know what else to say, her head was staring to hurt and she just wanted to get away again, to forget the horrible image currently forcing itself into her mind.