"Are you all right?"
I snickered. "Truth or lie?"
"Truth," he replied. "Always truth."
I took a deep breath, and tears fell as I exhaled. I couldn't even reply.
"I'm sorry you're hurting," he told me.
"It's fine."
"It's not."
He was right, it wasn't all right, and I wasn't certain that it would ever be all right.