Lisa looked at him for what felt like forever, trying to decide what to do. Talking about the shit in her head just seemed to make it worse, but living with it in silence was driving her to the bottom of a bottle, and fast. She wouldn't last long here if she decided to escape things that way. Then again, Lisa didn't want to 'last long' here, anyway.
Just that self-destructive thought alone put a painful heat behind her eyes, which couldn't hide it from Sam, since he was looking right at her. Lisa's face tightened up before she managed to look away.
God, she missed Ben. She missed his smell, and his hugs. She missed the way he called her Ma when he was annoyed. She was completely convinced she'd never see her son again.
"I haven't seen him in weeks," she confessed, trying to pull herself together. She managed to just melt down onto the couch. "Not since after you..." She didn't say it.