"I'm tired, Clayton. I'm tired of you, of Spain. I'm tired of pretending. I want away."
I don't say anything. I'm letting it all sink in. It seems melodramatic, the way she is talking, but she means it. Every word. I understand that there is nothing I can do to change her mind. That the more I try the worse it will become. I make sure I understand all of this before saying a word. I don't want any mistakes.
We have one week left.