"I know," she said, voice feather soft. It was difficult, but she was meeting his gaze. "I knew. Back then. You didn't really need to send them. Not that I didn't enjoy them." She smiled but it was tight. This whole thing was bringing up so many old memories. Rose wasn't quite sure she believed in God anymore, but if she did, she wasn't sure if she was happy with Him to have this opportunity or angry about it.
Rose fell silent and sighed quietly. Suddenly, she felt very naked and in order to stop from feeling so vulnerable, she reached out and pulled a sheet up around her. "This is... difficult," her voice was a low whisper, words breathed out. "This whole thing..." She swallowed and fell silent.