And Daryl listens. This isn't the first time she's told this story, but it's the first time she's told it so completely. Usually, he only gets it in bits and pieces, a scrapbook where he knows she's got a novel. It's a long story, he knows that. It must be tiring to tell, twice as tiring to live. He appreciates her sharing anything. Christ knows he's not the giving type.

He waits until he's finished to ask his only question. "You regret it?"