She’s stopped crying; seems to have cried herself out. Frankly, I’d be happier if she were crying. It’s a normal reaction
And I could hold her, tell her she’ll be fine….
Instead, she sits numbly by the window, staring out to sea.
I try to offer her something to eat, a warm drink, but she just shakes her head, turning her face from the food, her mouth working as though she’ll vomit.
I want to ask her about what happened, but I don’t think she’s in any state for that, and I can’t very well call James with her sitting by, listening. Neither do I want to leave her by herself. I don’t trust her state of mind….
But I have to leave the room at some point. I return from the bathroom to find her asleep, on the couch, hunched into a foetal curl.
Do I move her? Carry her to bed?
…. Better not
