"This morning." The concern's there in Rani's face--maybe not as easily read as Daryl, but she can see it. Or imagine it, at least. Nobody brings you tea after somebody dies on you because they think you're doing fine. Beth straightens up a little, lifting her chin. "I'm okay. Really."

You don't get to stop just because there's a setback. Just because somebody dies, dozens or hundreds or thousands of miles away from his family. People die every day, and here, they don't even turn. A few minutes to breathe, and she'll be able to go back in there. She has to.