She turns back to Cissie, the bitterness in her expression changed to curiosity.

"Who--" she starts to ask, but stops short when she figures out the answer. For a moment she freezes, not sure how to react. But it hurts, someone so unrelated knowing that secret when she gave up so much for a man who wouldn't even tell her his name. She turns away again, letting her raised hand fall limp.

"I guess it doesn't really matter anymore. It's not like I can go back and do things different."