"I had my second chance. Jack shot me in the chest." Her voice was contemplative. "And in the back. Over and over. It hurts to breathe blood, did you know? And you can feel it when a bullet shatters your rib. He didn't have to shoot me so many times," she said, a hint of confused, childlike hurt creeping into her voice. "I was wrong, but he didn't have to shoot me so much."