Closing my eyes against the utter pain I hear in her tone, I take a deep breath. "I'm not punishing you." At least, I'm not trying to. Maybe I am. Part of me wants her to hurt as much as I do, but at the same time, I can't stand to know she's hurting - and I'm the one hurting her. "Why didn't you stop him?"

"I did."

"No." I straighten and look at her. "Why didn't you stop him before he kissed you? Did you want him to?"

She shakes her head, her eyes ...