She sat down beside him, curling her legs underneath her. Carrie had hoped that Dick would start talking. In these sort of situations, he tended to lead. And Carrie was more than okay with that. He was more experienced when it came to things like feelings and relationships. Now, he was quiet. He was waiting for her. It was Carrie's turn to lead. Oh boy.
Carrie inhaled and rested the envelope down on the table. It had a deep crease down the center of it. If Dick opened it, he'd find the letters had similar signs of wear. Carrie had read everything over to the point that she could recite his letter and the divorce papers. "I..." she faltered. "Um." Carrie looked at the mess of papers he'd set aside and then at Dick. She took a deep breath. "I didn't sign the papers yet." A pause. "I spent most of the week thinking and trying to come to some sort of conclusion. I thought I could figure it out. But I didn't, really. It was good. I needed to clear my head. And it helped me because I know... I don't want to leave you. I love you, Dick."
She glanced at the envelope. "I didn't sign the papers. I don't know if I should. I don't know if I want to."