Carra balks a little when Murphy looks her in the eye. She sighs. “Yeah, I know, but I don’t get why I have to be here. I-I’m not ready.” Her voice drops into an emotional whisper. “I broke his heart, Murphy. I tore him apart, and I don’t know if I can face that. Not yet. Call me a coward, an idiot, a loser, weak, whatever you want, but I’m not ready to admit that that damn thief stole my heart too.” With that, Carra rushes out, overcome with the urge to cry.

“If you weren’t looking for something, then you were thinking. What were you thinking about?” [b]’If he was thinking then he was [i]looking[/i] for answers. We were right!’[/b] ‘It doesn’t matter. And [i]I[/i] was right.’