No, it's not your fault. [Dani reaches out to touch his arm briefly. Trying to reassure while she gathers herself back together. It's not his fault. It's no one's fault but her own. She should have checked in with Terri more. She should have gone over that night instead of just calling.

All her fault.

ho-ah.

She wipes at her eyes and attempts a reassuring smile. At least the corners of her mouth tilt upward, slightly.] I um, I lost my family. A few months ago. Murder-suicide. Still a lot to process. But the more you talk about it, the easier it becomes to talk about it. To start the healing process. If I repress it, then I'm not doing anything but hurting myself.