She had always done good by those she met and those she was close to. She may have been naive in thinking only the good of people, but it's who she was. She was torn about what to do really. John didn't deserve her. He'd treated her as nothing more than a trinket in his box of jewels. "You've done plenty," she assured Richard, reaching out to touch his arm.
"No, don't talk to him. I don't want to see him coming around right now." She was adamant about not seeing him. He'd scared her. "I am sorry I didn't notice sooner." Sometimes it was going through a situation before you saw what people really were. "I thought he cared at least something for me. But he didn't..." she shook her head, those tears welling up again.