Tears fell without her notice as she watched his heart break alongside her own. She had done this — she had hurt him again. It was all she ever did to him, starting as far back as their Christmas at school. Maggie knew what he was sacrificing staying with her on campus, she knew that he missed his family and their traditions, and she had kept it from him. Standing before him now all Maggie could see were the hurts she caused: forcing him to attend her wedding despite his proposal, engaging in letters despite his obvious anger towards her in the elevator, her pleading with him not to leave. Perhaps that was why these losses kept occurring. Perhaps it was her penance for her selfishness.

Maggie dropped her gaze to the floor. She deserved heartache and pain, apparently. She deserved to be betrayed by her husband and to watch as her lover went off with someone else. She deserved to bury her children. None of which she dared say to him. "I don't know." Maggie said instead. "Does it matter?"