Heather looked at them, wiping her tears. She sank down in her seat and whispered silently.
Heather: I’m never safe.
Wlash: That’s not true.
Heather turned in her seat to glare at him and her words came out in a hiss.
Heather: I am never safe. And it’s not fair. I didn’t want to be always hiding and worrying. I don’t think it’s very fair that me being dead vs alive is a key in the world. I wanted to be normal. So far I’ve been mom less, beaten by my bodyguard, and on the run. What more can I handle before I really lose it?
Blake: Don’t talk like that. We are here for you. A couple days ago I couldn’t even talk to you.
Heather: But that’s just it. A couple days ago I trusted you with life and now I have to believe you’ll be here forever.
Blake: I will be.
Heather: No, don’t say that to me. It sounds like Ben.
She forced herself to say his name.
Walsh: Could you possibly speed? The police car isn’t as close as I thought.
Blake: What do you mean Walsh? I thought it was.
Heather: That’s weird. Hmm.