This is not fair. I asked you not to come over. He knows where you live. He will follow you.
Yes, well, I have some news.
There is no news that justifies this. Okay I have a plan. And I just, I need you to go along with it, and just not being in control for one second.
I'm not trying to control you, boo. I'm desperately trying to tell you that you don't need to cut me off anymore. Because he's dead.
What? [after finding out Adrian died from an apparent suicide] It just doesn't make any sense. He was in complete control of everything, you know? Including me. He controlled how I looked, and what I wore, and what I ate. And then it was controlling when I left the house, and what I said. And eventually, what I thought. And if he didn't like what he assumed I was thinking, he would...
He'd what? He would hit you?
Amongst other things. He wanted to have a baby. And I knew that if we did that, that I would never be able to get away from him. So I took birth control without him knowing it. But, um, that can only go on for so long, so I called you.
Hey. You are here with us now. And you're safe. He's gone.


