Why? Corrine sits there, simply staring until the other woman breaks the gaze and returns to whistling at the birds. Corrine doesn't understand this. Maybe she'll never understand this. Maybe it was an awful idea coming here.

She stands. "You know... if you pursue this..." She chews on the inside of her lip and looks around the room. "That's my job; the Outsiders' job. It isn't about me, Amelia. Every single time, your brother will bring you back here, and every time you'll both feel the worst for it. You have a choice. You can let the rage consume you, and your life, and anything you could've possibly done with it... or you can stumble blindly towards inner peace and realize the road isn't always as smooth as we'd like it to be, like the rest of us.

"I hope you find peace."