[She let out a sharp, bitter laugh, taking her hand back and moving to lean against the counter, arms folded over her stomach.]

There's no 'easy' about it. I don't want to think about it. Or talk about it. I sure as shit don't want to keep reliving any of it. It hasn't been good. I haven't found myself at home on Christmas with my family or... or, I don't know. Anything nice. It's been... all shit that I don't think you should see. Or could watch. I know you sure as shit wouldn't want to.