"All right," she says, very softly. She is who she is, and more than she was once, and in any case it's not that hard to know what Dave must be thinking now.

Kim's bright smile has faded into something more solemn as she shoves her cloud-white hair back from her face, impatiently.

"Come on. Let's go in. We have things to talk about."

And if she gives the ring on her finger a quick glance as she looks from it to the door, likely only Paul will know the reason why.