She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she finished pouring the drink and then looked at me with pain in her eyes.

"I don’t know," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "Maybe. Everything’s just... a mess right now."

"Sydney..." I started, but she quickly shook her head, cutting me off.

"Don’t," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t want to talk about it."

I wanted to push, to get her to open up, but the look in her eyes stopped me. It was a look full of pain, confusion, and a desperate need to hold it all together.

I nodded, taking the glass she handed me. "Okay, we...