Chapter 303

• She watched his frown and saw the confusion in his tired eyes.
• "Maya’s a liar—we both know that," Brianna spat, furious not with him but for him. No, she conceded, her mind racing at a million miles an hour, furious with him too—for the agony, for the self-infliction of such pain, for such guilt. "And you’re a bloody liar, Elmo, and you’re still making excuses for Elpido, still cleaning up the mess he made."
• She stood up, hardly able to believe what she was doing—that she was walking out, walking out when perhaps he needed her the most, that she was furious when perhaps he needed calm. But she couldn’t help it—she couldn't contain what she was feeling within the parameters that might be better.