She blew her nose.
"All along she was with Jerry or whoever. Using me."
"She uses everyone, Lucy. It wasn't only you." She wept as if she would the rest of her life.
"I understand how you feel," I said, pulling her close.
"You can't just stop loving somebody. Lucy, it will take time."
I held her for a long while, my neck wet with her tears. I held her until the horizon was a dark blue line across the night, and in her spartan room we packed up her belongings. We walked along cobblestone and pavement deep with puddles as Halloween glowed in windows and the rain began to freeze.