"Nothing has been done that can't be undone, has it?"
She closes her eyes, knowing what he's asking.
She thinks about the way he kisses her in the morning, so softly and gently–like she is precious. She thinks about the way he whispers against her skin I love you, the way he calls her Jeannie and love, the way she is completely in love with him.
Father Emory is wrong. There are things that can't be undone and she can't undo the life they've started to share or the love in her heart. It's too late for them.