"You can't leave me," I say, and grab a napkin off of the table, gently wiping her tear away. Of course, she remains silent.
"I've known about you and him for years," I say, "And I never said anything." I grab a napkin for myself, at that. Still, she says nothing; only stares back, uncaring and cold.
"You're all I have," I say, placing her head back into the box.