She is the possibility that haunted him for the last five years and she is the distraction he now welcomes with open arms. He chases her, hurts her, tries to cure the hubby and silently thanks her for diverting his attention from the one thing in his life he desperately wants and pushes away again and again.
And every word he speaks, every action he takes pushes a bit farther, and she notices and collects and files away.
Until one day she brakes.
He can see it in her eyes, she is happy for him and yet the sadness is so openly visible it almost physically hurts.
He wants to stop her, wants to tell her that everybody lies, that he lies, that he likes her but he finds himself frozen on the spot.
Maybe he's realized too late.