"Maybe the initial thing, yeah, but now it's like... I don't know. I get these thoughts that say you're going to kill me or something, and I know that's not rational, but I can't stop it from spinning around in my head."
"I'm something, Francis. Something's gone wrong. And I get so freaked out about medication because of my mom, and I just..."
A small laugh escaped her throat, but it sounded like a sob. “You wouldn’t? Francis, I’m sorry, but you did. In fact, not only did you let something happen, you caused it to happen. I don’t have that line of my defense in my head anymore.”
She exhaled, running her fingers through her hair. “And my... God. My ridiculous brain can’t process it in a way that makes any of this okay.”
She fell silent, looking at the ground. "Should I... should I leave for a while? Maybe that would make things okay. Maybe everything would be okay. You could be with the kids without having to worry."
