Lust tightened her arms around herself. She couldn't fight the traitorous tears that slipped from her eyes.

She had wanted to do the right thing. The kind thing. What good would it have done to tell him how he'd been used? She knew what that felt like, she didn't want to do that to him.

"Because I don't think about it. If it doesn't matter, if I don't think about it, it can't destroy me."

She took a deep shuddering breath. Why did she feel so hot and cold inside at once? Her voice was thick, ragged.

"Just tell me what to do to fix this."