The view is still beautiful, and it doesn't soothe her. She drifts back to the table, eyes playing over the flat. The poster, the beds, the champagne.

'I'm not sorry I did it.' The ice rustles as she pulls the bottle out and reads the name. (Bollinger Knickers) 'I am sorry you had to be there, that you had to watch. But I'm not sorry I did it.'

She thought finding the truth would take her home. To Molly. She swallows back another wave of grief, stunned by how sharp that loss still feels.

'You would have done the same, if you were in my shoes.'

He fought hard to keep her from finding the truth. To keep her from going home. And in a way, he won.