How could Cathal really understand what she meant? He only saw the small town, middle class girl who was trying to make it in the city, and who had had her share of troubles lately. He couldn't know what it was like to suffer with a heritage of unpredictable and unpleasant gods. He was just trying to be supportive, and he didn't deserve her temper, even if it wasn't directed at him.
Taking a deep breath, Marcie tried to compose herself. "I don't know what I deserve anymore," she sighed. Her makeup must be a smudgey mess by now. it was coming off blotchy and black on her hands. "I'm just tired of not being in control."
She needed to move out of the hotel. She needed her own roof over her head, and her own income, doing a job that worked for her. Hadn't she started her life in New York as an independent woman? She needed to find herself again.
"How do you do it?" she asked him, reaching for a tissue. "How do you know who you are so confidently?"