[She watches him, still quietly fuming, but hurting too, for herself and Arthur and maybe even Joel a little too. It’s a world away from anything she could relate to, but maybe that’s on her and Joel too: spending ten years with a man who couldn’t love her enough to make her a wife, a mother. Things she might have wanted if it felt like there was any hope for the world.

Arthur gives her more honesty in one conversation than Joel manages in a year, and that cuts deep.]

His kid died in his arms after getting shot on Outbreak Day. But ten dollars? I don’t know how you have faith in anyone after that.