Marissa turned on her chair to face Willow, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. “I am so, so sorry for this. It’s my fault for taking him at his word, and it’s not the way any of this is supposed to work. For what it’s worth, everything he’s told me about you makes you out to be a wonderful person. You deserve so much better than this.” Willow searched Marissa’s gaze, recognizing the same anger and hurt in it that simmered within herself. “Thank you.” She didn’t blame the woman. Eli had played them both. Marissa dropped her hand and stood. “If you haven’t already guessed, Eli, we’re done.”
