"It doesn't matter, because what happened, happened, and there isn't a damn thing either of your apologies can do to change it."

Peggy shot both of them a nasty glare for taking her out of this equation like she'd been a doll shoved between two feuding children. She felt a pang of guilt for harming James physically in her haste to make the two of them spit out the real problem, but it was vastly overshadowed by the swampy guilt they seemed to be mired in.


"What I want to know," she started in a much gentler tone, "is what we plan to do about it now?"