"Yeah," she breathes out. "White picket fences." She looks out at the water for a few minutes, then glances back at him. "I think we lost it. I came back here and what I know is that we had an all-out war. Lot of people died."

Her son died, but that's for her to keep to herself, at least for now. "So, bein' here really isn't any worse than bein' there."