[She can't even answer for a long, painful moment. She just slowly slides down the wall to the floor and draws her knees to her chest, feeling young and very, very small. She doesn't know the answer. Nothing like this has ever happened to her before. Marriage was always supposed to be something beautiful, something perfect- it was never that, but at least at home they thought it was. The shine stayed on, even if someone else put it there, and they were happy sometimes.

A whisper:] I want to go home.

[Clearing her throat and speaking up louder.]

I can't give up because of them. Whatever happens, John, I want it to be because we decided it. I'm not letting them hurt us and I'm not letting them win. Whatever decisions we make, we make them ourselves. I married you, not them.