"What did you expect would happen, Natalie?" Sam had to ask because seriously. "You telling me that everything's gotten too hard for you and that the pressure's too much and that I can't help you at all despite my best efforts? What did you want me to do after finding out that you'd been feeling this way for awhile and you just didn't want to tell me so I went on and on promising things and showing up and you just let me?"

He was a little exasperated himself now. "Seattle's my home. I have things I have to do there but I told you I'd make more of an effort to see you. I'd do anything I could but it wasn't good enough for you. What do you want me to do, Natalie? And just imagine how you would feel, how you would react if I just wanted to have a conversation about this with you? Just think about it."