[It's been almost two full years since FDR disappeared from her life; she's not entirely sure she can handle the pressure her chest is giving her. It feels like it's about to swallow her from the inside and that combination of guilt and distress is what keeps her looking at the ground and, thankfully, from seeing any expression on his face. The back-and-forth between FDR and Dean had been so horrific that Annie remembered extremely well the hatred she'd gotten from other people on the island.

This? She's not entirely sure she can explain to FDR what happened in a way that doesn't sound like she did something bad. But she has to ask.]

Did I need to? Does leaving the island cause a divorce? Was I a widow? Still married...? [She trails off, lifting her shoulders helplessly.] You were gone over a year before I even thought about marrying Dean, Franklin. What--

[She's so obviously at a loss.]