X. Cut
Sunday nights were the worst, because Sasha's mother would come for her a little earlier than she strictly needed to, and they'd eye each other while Sasha gathered up her possessions.
For the longest time, Toby kept the hope that he'd see some glimmer of the woman he'd married in her. A hint of sympathy, or apology. But the eyes that softened and sparkled when looking their daughter were as glass when they turned to him, giving him nothing.
Eventually, that hope curled and died with everything else.