She'd watched him with silent bitterness, raging bubbling up under the surface. Who did Albert think he was, forcing his way in like this? Couldn't he leave well enough alone? Her depression wasn't hurting anybody. Everyone was fine. It was all fine. She just needed to be left alone to live what was left of her life.

"I don't have to justify myself to you." She stared him down, mask of perfection cracked from months of solid grief. "I don't have to justify myself to anyone."