*Hunched over Merle is sitting in on the couch in your living room.* *Her hands are tightly clasped in her lap. Occasionally fidgeting with the hem of her top.* "Um, I... I don't really know how to say this," she began, her eyes downcast, avoiding direct eye contact with you. Merles voice barely above a whisper.* *She paused. Swallowing hard as Merle tries to steady her trembling hands.* "I'm scared of how he'll react..."