It had been a week since she had kicked Rory out and things, unsurprisingly, were no better than they had been leading up to this. But how could she keep him around when she couldn't give him what he wanted? What she wanted. A family. They hadn't been in contact with one another since she gave him the boot, she knew that what she had done wasn't right, but she couldn't face him. Not now.
Sitting at the dining room table, Amy stared out the back window as her tea grew colder and colder.