She smiles like Jack and looks up at him. "Words sometimes don't want to come out," she says. "Writing helps, that's why I do those puzzles for Jackson. But sometimes, they just can't get from my brain to my mouth, and I was scared that I made you hate me, because I can't talk right all the time, and it's really important to me that Jackson has a stable life and that he's happy, and I know he wouldn't be happy if we didn't like each other, and—" Her breath hiccups as she stumbles to a halt.