for you, and that’s why you can’t be with me. You need to be free and happy. It took everything in me to let you go. Being with me means prison for you, do you understand that? I carjacked you. I got your address off your ID. I took you back to your house to rob you, and I ended up killing your husband. My fingerprints are everywhere in the car and your house. They were on the kitchen knife.” I sigh. “If you don’t want to be a victim of domestic violence, be a victim of a botched robbery. I don’t care which, just be a goddamn victim, rabbit, please.”
