"But Brisco didn't leave you over it."

She smiles wryly, twisting the lace between her fingers.

You're such a disappointment.

She rubs at her brow.

"I ain't got nothin' t'hold on to. An' it was fine. It was fine. Bein' alone; s'not what I wanted, but I knew my place. Oh, I shouldn't have ever let 'im talk me out of it."

She covers her face.

"M'sorry."