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.
For the most part, people feel safe. They forget to turn the alarm on, leave windows open, patio doors. I didn’t want anyone to feel safe. Why should they have that luxury?
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.