She came that very night. Monica wasn't expecting her to come at all.
Dana should have gone to her mother's. But Monica didn't know what Dana had told her mother, and this was something that women must bear themselves.
She slid the chain through its channel and slowly opened the door.
"It's so empty, and I..." Dana stared intently at the wall.
Dana moved inside haltingly. "I'm not friends with women. I'm..."
Broken. That's what she was. "I know." Monica reached tentatively to stroke her face. Dana's eyes fluttered shut, and she sighed.
They could bear this together.