Abby and I...Abby and I...they'd been talking about her behind her back. He'd been discussing all of this with someone else. Without her. Pippa didn't know if she should be angry or heartbroken at what she saw as betrayal. Either way, her eyes were welling up with tears as she stood there looking up at him.

Eventually, her hand dropped back down to her side and then Pippa tucked it behind her back, away from his sight. Away from her own. "A professional..." She swallowed. "You think I'm crazy?"

Tears or not, Pippa laughed. "Great. Some psycho beats me, cuts me up, tortures me and I'm I'm the crazy one. I knew this was going to happen. I knew it. I knew..."

She couldn't look at him. It hurt too much. "You'd get tired of me, of dealing with me and want to let it be someone else's problem. I'm not good enough for you anymore."

The tears just kept coming.