"But it would be productive," she mumbled as he turned her around. She reached up to wipe tears away from her eyes. A lump formed in her throat and she had to swallow hard to get past it. "I... I guess I could write her. But I... I just feel like it's not enough. I'd write her and, well, she has to read it, but she doesn't have to do anything and things still won't change. I want her gone."
Dora shook her head. "Morag might have been right. Maybe I can't run away, but... I might need to get away from here for a bit. I don't want to leave you but I don't want to do anything stupid. I'll end up dying like Siri-- like he did."