The words don't sound real to her ears. How could they be? The two of them aren't anything like they used to be.

"But you've been ignoring me. We don't talk anymore. The gifts-- I didn't know they were from you, but now that they've stopped, I know." And it's too much. Her eyes squeeze shut and she tells herself firmly not to cry. That won't do any good. She waits, not willing to speak and have her voice waver. When she's ready, she asks, "If you're not angry, then why?"