Sabrina gulps in a breath of air, again, as if each inhale pains her.

For a moment, she's completely still, her muscles stiff and her frame rigid, and then she manages to release that same wet punch of air. She can't make herself turn to face Rosie just yet, but she reaches for her hands, her arms to cling onto as she tries to make the words come out.

"I don't understand," she whispers. "How-- how can he not love me anymore?"