“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she says brokenly into her lap. “You tell me all these horrible things, expecting me to run in the opposite direction, and I know that’s what I should be doing. Anyone in their right mind would run straight to the police after what you’ve done to me. But I can’t fucking do it. It’s still not enough to make me bail on you, because I know you. I know you probably have a good reason to do all of that. And I think that says more about me than anything else.”
