“What about her?” Tom says, nodding at Isabel’s unconscious form lying amidst broken pieces of plasterboard and crumbled bricks. “If you… If you kill her, this is all over.” I turn over the knife in my hand and consider it for a moment. “If I kill her, it’s murder.” “But after what she did to you, she deserves it.” “I can’t, Tom. I just can’t do it.”
she's gonna be gone when they come back isn't she
