‘‘Go upstairs and pack your shit. Mico is taking you to the airfield at seven.’’ Alexi brushes me off, swiping my hand away that had clung to his jacket like a lost child, and I burst out crying irrationally.

‘’If you make me go, then I’ll talk. I’ll tell about everything you do; I’ll go to the feds and fuck up your life.’’ It's stupid desperation, a crazy woman’s attempt to cling to someone who doesn’t want her, and it’s ultimately the wrong thing to say. ...