She gave a sad smile in understanding, trying to catch his eye even as he seemed determined not to meet her gaze. "If you want her to love you, you need to let her see all of you," she said, her voice soft and even. She didn't want to upset him or anger him, or make him feel like she wasn't on his side. She was. "I remember what it was like to have a poor grasp of the past when I was like that. It's impossible to move forward when you don't have a solid understanding of what you're moving on from. I couldn't do anything for weeks when I was like that. I felt stuck." She'd withered away in that sitting room, unable to care for Elliott or herself. Everyone had come to her, sitting with her and trying to give her some semblance of normalcy while she worked through the fog in her head.
"Do you love her?" Dionisia asked, tilting her head to the side, watching him. She assumed he'd say yes, because she didn't have any reason to think Ben didn't love his wife with how hurt he seemed, but she was looking for anything in his body language that might say something that he wouldn't admit aloud.
"Do you love her?" Dionisia asked, tilting her head to the side, watching him. She assumed he'd say yes, because she didn't have any reason to think Ben didn't love his wife with how hurt he seemed, but she was looking for anything in his body language that might say something that he wouldn't admit aloud.
