“I threw it away.” Lady Marleigh’s hand moved softly through her salt-roughened hair. “No, you didn’t. You just had some difficult choices to make.” “And I chose myself. Over… everything. Everyone.” “Oh, Viola.” Now a tug on her hair, and Viola lifted her head to find Louise peering up at her with sudden ferocity. “Sometimes it is the most vital thing in the world to be selfish.”
