"Ah," Gela says, voice thick. She is trying so hard to hold on to her composure that she's gone still and tense across from him, breathing very little through her mouth as if anything deeper might loose all the tears stuck behind the lump in her throat. "Thank you. Me too."

Sorry that it happened? Very. She thinks about those other people all the time and wonders where they are, and if they're in a similar situation to her, maybe sitting across from somebody trusted and telling them everything. She'd give anything to find and talk to them, but if they're like her they're hiding too. They're pretending everything is fine and holding life away at arm's length.

Still struggling, she looks at his desk and the papers gathered. She leans across the table and points with a trembling finger at a word he's written down.

Quietly, "... It's two rs. F-E-R-R-A-N-T."