Being the eldest of eight children meant Alice was intimately familiar with the look of someone when they were prepared to burst into tears. Momentarily distracted from her boiling rage, her expression softened and she took her free hand to brush over her temple. "Cameron..." Alice began, remorse clear on her face. Obviously, she hadn't meant a word of what she said. Obviously, she hadn't resented him for the past five years (well, maybe the last year she had resented him).

Frowning further, she finally and delicately pulled herself from his grasp. "This isn't ... this isn't about you. I didn't mean that ... I'm just ... I'm struggling with this decision despite having known about it for years. I'm sorry."