"It isn't just her," she bleated out, then she lowered her voice, "I love Emma. I shouldn't, but I do. I should distance myself before... before..." she paused and let out a shuddering breath... "Before it's too late. And I wouldn't be this indignant if I didn't wish for a moment that I had what Mrs. Appleton had." And with that, she was on the edge of the cliff and had one foot aloft. Her mouth curled downward in a pained frown.

This wasn't what she wanted, but she was on the edge.