He so desperately wanted to cling to that, to push her to say she wasn't sure, that she could be wrong. But in his heart, he knew she wasn't.
He wanted to rise, to run away, but he trusted neither his legs nor his brain at the moment. "Could - could you. See her?" He almost hoped she'd lie to him, if the answer was yes. He needed to know what he could know - the cold facts might help him avoid falling completely to pieces until he was alone.