Elissa remained standing at the door, her back to him. She did remove her hand from the handle and let it fall to her side. [i]Trust me,[/i] he must have known she’d have no choice but to trust him if he said those words. “Sometimes talking is just a formality, a kindness before the harsh reality.” She said softly, leaning her head against the door. She was mentally exhausted, unable to figure out the game Joseph was playing anymore. She had hoped that he would have gone after her when she went for the door, instead he’d only commanded her to stop. Could he not tell she was interested in him? Was he not interested in her?

Perhaps it would be better when he was out of her life, but the thought pained her. She didn’t want him gone, she’d waited too long to have him back in her life. She’d searched for him for years. Elissa slowly turned and sank to the floor, her back against the door. “Why can’t you let me go?” She asked, her voice soft. She wiped at her eyes with her sleeve. “You’ll have to let me go sometime, after you get your ship back...sometime.”  She kept her gaze on the floor, knowing If she looked up at him she would start crying and not be able to stop. If Rhea did agree to let her help get the ship back, she’d get a few more days with him, but eventually they would part ways.