He won't read it while she's there, she's certain, and he won't let himself truly grieve in front of a woman young enough to be his daughter-- she's sure of that too.

"I should go," Kim offers, hesitantly. "Unless you'd like me to stay a while?"

A second's pause, and a small, hopeful smile.

"Or if you'd rather, I could come by next week? We could have lunch, maybe?"

She can't just walk away from Kevin's father. Not when she (and Dave, although that's different) are all that's left.