Leah rubs her aching head. It's very hard for her to collect her thoughts under ordinary circumstances and given how emotionally charged this situation is it's even harder to explain to him the content of her conversation with his father. She had hoped that her telling him that she believed his father to be sincere would be enough.
She rolls over, her head resting over his lap, and closes her eyes, which helps with her pounding headache. "Michael," she says. "Every year, he has less time."