She doesn't answer -- instead, she just gazes at the fireplace, her face set in a deep, angry frown. There's nothing left to say, she feels, and so she keeps quiet, sipping at her mug and pointedly ignoring her own husband's presence. Maybe she'll go stay with someone else tonight.

No point in trying to make peace with this, she figures. Brock will just keep dodging the subject, and she'll just keep having to pretend.