“It’s not good. At all. You’re fucked in the head. As soon as I can, I’m going to run, and this time, you’re never going to be able to find me.” He wraps his arms tightly around my trembling torso. “Shh,” he whispers in my ear. “You don’t have to fight. I’ll go back to the way I was. You can go back to pretending everything is fine. You liked it like that. It’s over now. You can relax.”
