Kathy let him go, the weight of guilt and grief heavy on her shoulders. He'd gotten almost to their hotel room door before her head snapped back up and she bounded after him. They were letting one another go, but that didn't mean--

"Anders!" she called. She skidded to a stop next to him, reached out, and tried to pull him in for a kiss goodbye. "I love you," she said. "Whether this changes how you feel, or not, or you're still unsure, I love you. And I just needed you to know that before I let you go."