We made it. We’re almost home. And when we finish this, when everyone’s safe, we’ll have all the time in the world to do things differently.
Baby, you made it all mean something. Everything before we met. If they came to me through you, if they hurt you, I couldn’t, I wouldn’t deserve to live. If you love me, I cannot do the things I have to do unless I know you’re safe. If I don’t think you’re safe, I’m lost. They got me.
You ruled the roost. You built something. You thought you were safe. I get it. But the word is out. You are not safe. Not even close.