Jake stood up abruptly, pacing across the porch. "What do you want me to say, Claire? That I'm not okay? That I feel like I'm drowning every time I think about what we did? Because that's the truth."
Claire's heart clenched as she watched him, his pain laid bare in front of her. "I know it's hard," she said softly, standing up to approach him. "But you don't have to go through this alone."
Jake stopped pacing, his shoulders slumping as he turned to face her. "I don't know how to be okay with any of this, Claire. I don't know how to move on."
Claire stepped closer, reaching up to cup his face in her hands. "We move on together. One step at a time."
Jake closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. For the first time in weeks, he let out a long, shuddering breath, as if he had been holding it in all this time.
"I don't know if I can," he whispered.
"You can," Claire said firmly. "We can. We've made it this far, Jake. We can keep going."