"Always." He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, the gesture so tender Trish wanted to claw her own eyes out. "I promise. No danger, just politics and damage control. With an idiot I think has hit the self-destruct button. Bye, Trish."

She felt like an afterthought. Then he was gone, leaving Trish alone with the woman who'd stolen everything that should have been hers.

They finished breakfast in relative silence. Trish made small talk, questions about Savannah, Prue's father, her plans ...