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It's hard, watching Carol be haunted by bad dreams and the memories of everything she endured. It's hard, watching her down drink after drink. Maria loves her, she really does, and that's what makes it so damn difficult. Some days it feels like there's nothing she can do to make the woman she loves feel better. All she can do is sit and watch her suffer. It kills her, though not as much as all of this is clearly killing Carol. She's a shell of who she was. She's trying, but it doesn’t seem like it matters. She's still haunted.