Marcus and Ed left the room and went to set up a little office area in the dining room.
"It's always something, isn't it," Roman muttered.
"That it is," I grumbled.
We both sighed. I leaned forward and put my head in my hands, rubbing my face. The resolve I had been building to tell myself that things weren't going to get to me, that I was in charge of my own mood and state of being, was melting away. It was just too much. Why was it always so much? My brain was struggling, completely overwhelmed by it all.
"Okay, let's not get down in the dumps," Lori muttered, though she didn't even seem to be too moved by her own suggestion to stay positive. "I mean, I know it's hard..."
Her voice faded. It was as though her sentiment died in the atmosphere as soon as she spoke them into existence.
