"More space for the four of them," Veronica says, slow, not because she needs to work it out but because she needs to work through it. "A room for Sam, one for us." She looks at him, expectant without knowing what of. It's more steps that she wants and which, at the same time, seem incredibly daunting. One thing at a time seems difficult, because it's all folded together now. If she's honest, that's a step she's been ready for for a while, but it's a lot harder to find a chance, to find time and opportunity, to initiate that, and she has to initiate that because it's her they're waiting for, but she wants to take her time, to do it right. She's never been quite sure what that means.