Emma, Emma, Emma, my dear girl. You MUST stop going to the cliffs to spy on Adam.
"Do you think I do not know that? I am at my wit's end. My circumstances are dire. I cannot think what more to do...But there is something about the wretch that draws me. I cannot help myself. He is...a distraction."
Perhaps you are still in love with him?
"No! Never. Not after...what he did to Michael."
You know that was not his fault.
"I know nothing of the sort!"
Perhaps if you search your heart.
"My heart is frozen. And with one scant tin of tea remaining in my pantry, I cannot think of love."
Perhaps the viscount might help you.
"Look at him! Look at the way pain twists his features. And how he forces himself to exercise his wounded limb despite it. I cannot approach a man so determined and proud. I have that much pride left. Even if I have nothing else..."
I think he will help you, Emma.
"But at what cost?"