She paused with the brush halfway down her hair. She stared at him, but after a bit she wasn't really seeing him anymore and she was only lost in thought. Mia finally looked away, slowly pulling the brush out of her hair and swallowing hard. She closed her eyes and swallowed again. All the guilt and blame bubbled to the surface and it showed on her face.
She tried to take a breath to answer, but nothing came out. She sat carefully down on the edge of the bed, brush still in hand. Any words she tried to come up with to respond to that never reached her lips, and instead the breaths she took, trying to speak, slowly turned into shaky ones.