... Knowledge changes things, Jaime. And sometimes it is for the worse.

[ She doesn't want to tell him. She doesn't want to say. She doesn't even want to think about it, but she's never been any good at letting go.

It's hard to form the words; they feel like syrup in her mouth, thick and shapeless and heavy. She can't even look at him when she speaks. ]

An incomplete story is a dangerous one to tell.