[ It's like the touch gives Sarah permission, somehow, and she folds herself against Sarissa, sobbing. It's not right. She knows she shouldn't—Sarissa, of all people, shouldn't have to be the one standing here, holding Sarah up, but right now, in this moment, Sarah can't stop herself. It's all so heavy on her shoulders, all the time. Helena being here and leaving and being here and leaving again, and Felix gone, and Cosima kidnapped, and Sarissa killed, and George dead, and Paul dead, and Beth dead, and most of all, Kira. Over and over again, Kira gone. Every day, just waking up and moving under the weight of it all is almost impossible. ]

I miss her so much. [ The words are a whisper, barely there at all. She can't stop shaking. ] I could—I could be a good mum here. I've got money. I could do better. I wouldn't leave. Why can't she—all these people, and not her.