She wouldn't call him that - no matter how many times he said it - she hadn't since she arrived and she wasn't about to start now. Especially not now - when he was so hurt and she was aching because she'd done this. Everything was on fire and it was her fault and she worried that she was going to lose him - that he might just lose himself in something like this.
And if that happened Kitty would never forgive herself.
"John, please - let's just talk." She came closer even as he tried to put more space between them. She didn't want to fight, but she wasn't just going to walk away from him - not while he was here.
She didn't want to do it like this, here where he was so angry, and with tears in her eyes as she tried to talk to him. But it didn't seem like they were going to be able to do it any other way. "John, it's not like that. I didn't -" She had to pause to get a hold on her emotions that threatened to overwhelm her in the heat of his anger and the flames around them and what she had left behind.
"I left him." She said her voice breaking with the admission of what she'd done. "The day I arrived here was our wedding day. And I left him in the middle of the ceremony." She hated this, how it felt to admit things like this, to share this shameful secret of hers but he deserved to hear it. "I was still wearing my wedding dress when I showed up here. And I just -" She sobbed, "I just wanted to forget it, to move on and stop thinking about it."