She shook her head. She had to talk about it. If he was going to sit here and be so patient while some crazy woman bawled into his shirt and shed her hair everywhere, he deserved to know.
"I have to talk about it. You're being so nice to me, I can't not tell you." She sat up, head away from his chest and hunched forward, wiping at her face with her sleeve.
"I had cancer. Twice. I just finished treatment the second time before I moved here. After the first round, my hair was never the same." It sounded shallow to be talking about how destroyed she was that her hair had never returned to what it once was.
She sighed and fingered a piece of hair in her lap. "But I had hair this morning. And my cheeks weren't sunken. I looked almost like I use to look. Not exactly the same. I looked different...but it was still me. I don't know how I knew that. But I looked better. I don't know how it happened. Or why this is happening."
An idea hit her like a punch to the gut and she looked up at him with horror stricken eyes. "You won't tell anyone, will you? Please don't tell!"