That subtle little motion to cover his ring was familiar: she'd seen others do it all too often. Andy just pulled that necklace out again, rolling it between her fingers where he could see it, face admirably level as she replied.

"So is she," Andy said quietly. "Six months ago they said MIA. Three months after that, they sent me her tags." She took a wavering breath, held it, and let it back out carefully, ignoring the stinging tears at the corners of her eyes. "She always wanted to travel more. So..."