Scarlett is in the other room, putting the last of her things in the last of the boxes. This could be the last time I ever see her. She emerges from the bedroom holding the box, tears in her eyes. Neither of us has said a word since she got here. I watch in disbelief as she opens the door, about to walk out of my life forever. I have to say something.
“You know, you never did give me a reason.”
