That was met with a tired sigh and a small nod. She had met Dalia, then. Jono wasn't certain if he was supposed to feel... awkward about that, or relieved that she knew what was eating at him, or... any one of a number of things. So he just settled for squeezing her hand gently.

"I think right now, I'm not entirely certain how to feel," he admitted. "Part of me just wants to know what he did differently, to make her give so much up in order to stay with him. Where I keep going wrong."