"You know it," Kate agreed with a smile, one that dimmed significantly at his next question.
Giving a long exhale, she reached up to push her hair back behind her ear, one of her tried and true methods to stall for a bit of time. "That's another hard thing," she said. "People come through from different points in time. You just got here, but I've been here for almost three months."
Kate could have stopped there, but she didn't. It was better to go ahead and rip off the bandaid completely. "But I'm not from the same point as you, Rick. I'm nearly a year ahead, closer to our first anniversary than our wedding."
There wasn't anything joyful about her voice when she told him that. Kate looked like what she was, a woman plagued by guilt and it was unmistakable from the way her eyes lost their sparkle and began to reflect pain, even in the way her posture changed, curving onward as if she were trying to protect herself from something unseen.