She has her own sins, even if Tom might call it pious. She has her own darkness, her own dark corners she doesn't want anyone to see. (She isn't quite a homicidal maniac, but neither is Tom. Not really. Not the man in front of her, at least. How easy it is to make a justification, to find an excuse. If it is easier the second time, then perhaps it only gets easier the third, and then the fourth—)