I hesitated, then shifted in the chair. “Okay. Hypothetically... say a girl was emotionally involved with someone she shouldn’t be involved with. Like, it’s complicated, and messy, and technically wrong, but she can’t help how she feels.” 

Alexander didn’t interrupt. He just watched me with that quiet attentiveness I wasn’t used to. 

“She knows he’s with someone else,” I continued, “but... every time they’re together, it’s like nothing else matters. It’s not ...