Liz felt a pang of guilt which muddled the aching in her chest. "Sorry... it's not - I'm glad you told me. I am." She should know, after all. It was clearly not meant to be. She would just have to come to terms with that.

"I just need to... process this, you know?" Liz also didn't want to cry in front of Emma. That felt too terrible a thing to do, especially since Emma was helping her out.