“Jack was looking past her lowered head and out the window, watching the pedestrians walking down the street on a heart-wrenchingly perfect spring day. He’d never felt so alone in his entire life. Handing him back his phone, Melody realized that Jack’s scattered, slightly unfocused gaze, his too-long hair, and his wrinkled shirt – it all added up to heartbreak. He wasn’t mad or blithe; he was empty. She sat with him for a while, wishing she could erase the look on his face, a world of comeuppance and regret.
"Mel?” he finally said. “Nora just needs to know you love her as much and exactly as you did before. She needs to know she’s not alone.”
“I know,” Melody said.“
The Nest by Cynthia D’Aprix Sweeney