"But that's not what I'm asking," she says, trying so hard not to make it come out sharp and miserable. "I don't mean when he was here, or...back, after he'd gone once before, I mean when he didn't come back. When it was just you and Kavinsky, how you managed the way things changed."

Rosie takes a long, trembling breath, feeling the clog in her nose that always seems to come just before she starts crying. "Because things have to change now, and I don't know how to do it."