"Remember the guy who shot me in the dreams? The one that caused the miscarriage? Turns out LAPD picked him up in charges of assault. All I had to do was I.D. him. But I didn't want him in jail. I wanted him dead. To pay for what he did to me, for what I lost. So I lied, they cut him loose." She paused. "I followed him to some dive bar, watched him get piss drunk and shot him as he was walking to the car. Jason. That was his name. I shot him execution style, filed the numbers off the gun and tossed it in a dumpster and walked away." She fell silent for a long moment. "Sam...am I a terrible person? I mean...the other me."