Peter set his clipboard down slowly. “Emily… are you sure you’re ready to be back? This isn’t easy stuff to carry around, especially here.” The question hit her harder than she expected. She stiffened.
“Yes. I have to be ready. I want to be ready. I came back because I refuse to be stuck anymore. I won’t let grief keep defining me.” Peter nodded gently, but concern lingered in his eyes. “Just promise me you’ll talk to someone if it gets worse.”