A nod from her, very small, and she goes quiet again, groping for words. There's a lot to say, but she isn't sure even how to broach it, and maybe . . .

Maybe he doesn't accept the apology she offered. Or remember it. Or . . . maybe, in actuality, he wonders why she didn't come and holds it against her.

That doesn't necessarily make sense, any of it. He said it, didn't he? -- That he was glad to see her?

But. He hasn't said that he forgives her, either.

She feels her insides sink. Her eyes shift away.