"It's not impossible." But it still doesn't make any sense. Michael is from Mars; he told her so, and he never lies to her. She can't reconcile these two facts. And she has no reason to trust this man, anyway, this strange man who hurt her and then hurt him. She realises she's been staring at the same spot in the ceiling for a long time, the corner where the big crack is, where a spider used to live until Rich killed it when she was gone one day. She can barely see it from here, her lamp doesn't penetrate very far into the dark.
Her hand moves, unwrapping from him, sliding up his chest and resting on the left side over his shirt. She needs to feel his heart beating.