[ For a moment, he looks worryingly worried, he starts to ask her a question and she almost begs him to go on. There's a cowardly voice in her head that tells her not to ask. And she latches onto his next question.]

Why do you keep saying it like that, 'accident'? [ Like it's not what happened to her.] Like it wasn't... an accident. [ Her fingers lift, trembling, to touch her temple as she looks down, trying to remember.] I was on a ladder... I was trying to... clean out the gutters? [ She looks up at him for confirmation.] There was too much snow and I... I fell, I guess.