The words hurt. Like a wound being opened up with a serrated edge. She had that beautiful joy for life back in her again; she looked like the goddess he'd fallen in love with again. He'd hoped against all odds that if that ever came back... that there was a chance. Even if things had to go slow, even if they had to just 'date' first.

But no. Instead, there was 'someone else'.

He swallows hard, trying not to look away from her.

"How long?"