(Lucretia's been having similar problems.)

I've never felt like this before, about anybody. And– Beverly, I don't have anything to go back to, or any one. (A self inflicted isolation of course, but...)

I'm not sure what to do, (she confesses, giving Beverly's hands a gentle squeeze,) except... cross that bridge when we get to it.

(It's a terrible thing to say, but she feels so lost.)