She schools her features into a respectful blank. If he believes it’s easy for her to keep a secret about her humiliation, or easy to accept his apology, he is wrong. She has no choice in the matter, but neither of these concessions obviates the shame that has burrowed into her, corrosive and humbling. She feels, deeply, that she deserves what he did to her. She’s a liar. A cheater. He has not begun to grasp the anguish and subtlety of her heart, and she is not about to elucidate.
