"She looked at our hands, twined there in her lap. "I know you want to help me through this. You already have, and I'm grateful, but you can't help me anymore." She tugged at my hand, and when I looked over I think she was trying not to cry. "I will not have my life defined by triangles. It's not fair to you, and it's not fair to me. Richard is my mistake, and I have to live with it." I didn't know what to say."