Peter, I have nothing but regrets with him already. What would you have me do? Forget that he broke my heart, and extend an olive branch just so he can break it again? [A small spark of anger tinges her voice, but mostly she just sounds exhausted. Run-down in a way where whatever hopeful optimism he's trying to bestow on her, it just isn't making its way in.]

I know you're trying to help... But you're not. I've made my peace with the fact that this is my life now. This is the best it's going to get, and I just want to live it. I don't... need a ghost pulling me back every time I try to move on.