Andy worried her teeth around her lip, shaking her head slowly. It felt strange to admit anything about herself an Quynh to anyone: for so long they'd kept things between them purposefully discreet, knowing how it would affect both their jobs. "We weren't..." Official, out, "...Married." They'd spent weeks together, though, sending emails and texts and letters with photos from home.

"But she's gone, and I'm..." Here. But not tensing up when the waitress approached, though she turned her head to watch from the corner of her eye. "You didn't have to get me food."