[She listens in silence and doesn't betray any of her surprise on her face. It's there alright, but she'd never thought to pry into getting such private information from her colleagues. A quick glance is given to the journal as she points to it, then Dolores sits down in the closest chair, reaches out, and touches Constance's hand]

Love makes fools of us all, my dear, but I think you're being too hard on yourself..