Melpomene pulled her arm away from Clio, her sharp look glancing off her sister before falling heavy on Will again. "You don't need to be gentle with me, either of you," she said. She vividly remembered the hurt look on his face, the agony of it, and he'd still wrapped his arms around her when she'd cried. She could claim she'd turned her eyes to the future all she wanted, but the ache of Alan was a bruise she couldn't stop pressing.