She lets out a slow breath, before turning to face him some more, before crossing her arms in front of her chest. It's hard to be vulnerable in front of him about something like this, something she thought she had finally put to rest and moved past, but she can still feel the way it stings, the way it hurts, and all she wants to do is move on.

"That's part of the problem. I'm not sure I can 'discuss' it when part of me just ... really wants to punch you in the face. And it's not about keeping William a secret because I understand why you had to do that - it wasn't your call to make, it was hers. But ... "

Was she really that awful to be with? To love? Was her loving him not enough? She hates that she's asking herself these questions all over again.