“Stop. This far and no further.” “Seriously,” she began, “I know you love her and everything. But I don’t. I didn’t choose her, you did. And I don’t want to live with her anymore. And if you want to carry on living with her, that’s fine, but I don’t want to. And I need you”—she paused and stared at her fingers, before bringing her gaze back to Vicky’s—“to let me go.”
