"It was more than that," she protests, but it's feeble and sad, exhaustion backing it more than disagreement or irritation. "Than just being frustrated and mean."

It doesn't matter now, not really, with Nick gone and everything else feeling like it's waiting to break in response. Whatever she might have had to say about the last year, all the things she's realized she gave up because she wanted to or had to or thought she needed to, maybe none of it's worth saying any longer.

"Sure," she says instead, giving in, the knowledge of it bitter at the back of her throat. "We can say it was David. Another awful thing he did to me."