Somewhere in the tears, Nancy huffs out a bit of a hysterical laugh. It's one Bill would recognize, surely never a good sign from her. She wraps one arm around herself, then places the other securely on her lower stomach, her auburn curls covering her face, concealing her tears.

She had everything to be sorry for.

"I--" a jagged sob tears through her words "--Tell me- tell me you love me, Bill." She looks up at him with her bright green eyes, ringed red with tears. "Please- I need to hear it-- I need to know--" know what exactly? That he loved her? She knew that. He loved her, he needed her, he didn't need to say it. But lord she had wanted him to. For near ten years now, she supposed, she'd never gotten him to say it. She'd almost gotten the idea out of her head.

But she needed to know right now that he was there, that he loved her. That he wasn't going to do that to her again. That maybe he'd forgiven her.