I was already fantasizing about killing her in various positions, landscapes, and with different weapons once this was over. Cue to: Me strangling Sailor against a Sicilian sunset. Me slitting Sailor’s throat while we wore matching swimsuits in the Bahamas. Me pushing Sailor off an aerial tramway on a picturesque Aspen vacation. Sometimes in the fantasies she was asleep, but more often than not she was wide awake and fully conscious, witnessing her demise.
