"Yes," Hermione agreed. "But, also... no?" She folded her embroidery away before she could get her tears all over it. Edward took it from her, and she sent a grateful smile his way. "It was inevitable, I think," she continued. "You get to a point where, you know, the marriage isn’t working the way it is, and when we started talking about it, it just... progressed." She took off her glasses, but it was too late: the damage was done. "So, we’re spending the holidays apart, and in the new year, we’ll get the paperwork sorted."