She's been looking at him all day. Something behind her eyes makes him feel uneven. But it's better than the numbness he's had since being back.

"Is there something wrong?" he asks, courage arriving as he's heading for home.

"I'll know shortly," is all she replies.

In the elevator, he looks for keys in his coat pocket, but he finds a white paper crane, creator known. She wrote on one wing:

Understand this - I can, I do, I always have.

He waits, leaning against her car. Finally there will be a parking lot conversation that ends the way it should.