"Hannah?" He stepped over the broken plates towards the crumpled figure huddled by the long farm table. She didn't look up: but David could see her shoulders shake. "Love?"
"Go away." He finally her heard her muffled voice say, her face still buried in her knees. David slowly slid down to the floor next to her, carefully brushing some fragments away. He pushed some hair away from her face. Hannah finally looked up.
"I'm a mess."
"No." David shook his head.
"Everyone has something broken." He said. "But we always find ways to glue things back together, no matter how hard it is." He picked up a shattered mug. "We'll fix this."
"And we'll find a way to fix what you're going through. " He pulled her against his chest. "I promise." He felt Hannah still against him. "Promise?" He looked into her wet blue eyes.