Swiftcurrent Creek wild women don't get the blues

The apology does not fall on deaf ears.
The anger morphs into something else entirely, cooled by a wash of her own guilt for her first instinct having been to berate him. He is stunned, understandably so.
Things are complicated for both of them, it seems.
There are so many things she could say and the first one that comes out is a garbled I'm sorry too.
Look, Marcus, her own eyes are now lowered, fixated on the ground in a desperate attempt to focus on much of anything. i-it's, it's good to see you. I'm glad you're okay. But you should... focus on your kids. and then, I don't think I'm capable of being the woman you want.
A long, long silence, and suddenly Wren finds herself struggling for air. Heavy, all of it, all of this.
I met a girl.