Seconds feel like hours as she considers telling him. She'd told so few people the truth about what she went through, the whole truth of the situation, that dancing around the subject has become second nature. But if they don't remember, then there's no point in dredging up the past, is there? It's just more heartache that he doesn't need to bear witness to.

"It's probably the only call we have," she finally decides, leaning more heavily against him. "We were based in upstate New York, though. That's not exactly local."

The yawn overtakes her suddenly, cutting off anything else she might have wanted to say, and she blinks heavily when it ends. "Sorry, sugar. I didn't sleep very well last night."