That right there was why she didn't deserve him. She had backed herself against the wall and he'd immediately sat down. He needed somebody who could handle him when he was like this and she couldn't. For all of her outward confidence, Winnie was not as durable as she liked to make everyone think.

"I have never been enough," she protested weakly. "Not for my sisters, not when Kit was missing, not when I was pregnant, not now. I can't make myself into something I'm not." All she had was her job and it wasn't conducive to the life he wanted to lead; she couldn't, wouldn't, give that up. He said it didn't matter, but he was already showing signs of being tired of it, eating before coming home because he wasn't sure if she'd be here; a completely unpredictable schedule; it wasn't like she could control when she had to leave and it would inevitably happen during something important and it would be the last straw.

She was just trying to save them both from getting too comfortable and then everything crumbling when the tower got too high. Winnie couldn't hold back the sobs, she curled into herself, leaning against the wall, unable to look at him.