He springs up, shoving the chair, and she rises as well, turning so she's still facing him but not pursuing him or trying to get him to look at her. She knows that him calling them over isn't a given, that he doesn't always seek out help and support when he needs it, wanting to be positive and be the one who helps, not the one who needs help. But she's not going to call him on that.

"I know you would never want to hurt Henry," she says. "Or me. That doesn't mean you're not in pain. Or that the thought never occurs to you, even if you never act on it."