Where does that leave us?

Maggie's heart shattered at the question. Depsite her determination for this exact result, she didn't realize how much hope she placed in his faith. She was the skeptic, the critic, the one who undoubtedly knew where this was going. Percy was supposed to be the one who reminded her of his love, who promised tomorrow, who never walked away. So long as Percy held onto hope they had a shot in the dark for happiness. For him to lose hope meant this was really over. The few months of happiness they shared were all they'd ever have.

Maggie didn't blame him, how could she? She was effectively shoving him out the door. Percy was right to look after himself for once in his life, just as he was right to find happiness elsewhere. But, Maggie knew she wouldn't be able to afford him the same kindness he gave her. She wouldn't stand in the back of the church and watch him wed. She wouldn't comment on how handsome he looked and how lucky Ms. Jennings was. If the grief of losing their baby didn't eventually kill her that certainly would.

"Nowhere." She said quietly, her tears pouring like a river down her cheeks and into the dark black of her dress. Maggie then crossed the divide between them, bracing her hand on his chest as she kissed his cheek gently before sadly stating, "it leaves us nowhere."