"I'm sorry about your father," she said, toneless and blank.

 "I see now how impossible your situation must have been."

"Even so, I could have treated you less..." Romano began, his voice bitter with self-loathing.

"Never mind," Eliza cut him off, not really in the mood to hear his moans of regret and self-recrimination.

"Thank you for telling me." She got up slowly, always mindful of the dizziness, and Romano jumped up along with him.

"Eliza, wait...please..." he began.

"I don't think there's ...