She didn't want to let go. There was that fear there that if she let go, he would be gone again. Maybe none of this would be real. It was a small thought, something in the back of her head, but she wanted to hold to this as long as she could.

When he left the office that night, she had wondered if she would ever see him again. Would this be like Frank, but so much worse, someone she cared about, and cared for, and suddenly they were gone from her life and she would have to learn to live without them.

Except this was that glimmer of hope that she wasn't going to have to. Especially with those words from Matt.

"Just making sure," she said, twisting her fingers a bit against the fabric. "Private works though. I think I can trust you," she said, again giving a small joke. Yet there was so much in those words, meaning it. She could trust him, and planned not to lose that.

"Though try and not break the door, okay? I can't afford to replace that. I'm being paid by the word," she added, though that wasn't true either but jokes were easier than emotions, right? "I have to let go, don't I?"

It wasn't like they could go anywhere unless she let him go.