Kim takes a breath, forcing herself to steady; forcing herself into that place of stillness, or trying, shouldering the weight of grief even as she aches with sorrow for the man sitting across from her, whose loss is so much worse.
"He's not coming home, Sol. He can't."
It's said as gently as she can make it, soft with compassion... and full of certainty.
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Kim takes a breath, forcing herself to steady; forcing herself into that place of stillness, or trying, shouldering the weight of grief even as she aches with sorrow for the man sitting across from her, whose loss is so much worse.
"He's not coming home, Sol. He can't."
It's said as gently as she can make it, soft with compassion... and full of certainty.
"I'm sorry."