Evey seriously considered leaving. She watched him, and he wasn't even trying to pretend to breathe. He was so still, except for the fingers that were working in his hair. Anyone could see that he was very close to the edge of his tolerance for what she was doing.
But if she left, there would be a part of him that hoped she still had what was in this backpack. It wouldn't be over - and if he came after her again, he may not believe her when she told him that she'd destroyed it all. She took a deep breath and let it out.
"All right," she said. And then, a moment later, she stepped out of the bathroom. "Stay here."
She had changed her mind. She wasn't going to make him watch this. She didn't think that it was the wisest move. But neither was she going to leave completely. She went, instead, to the kitchen. Found a knife. Got to work over the sink. Her hands were quick, flicking on the cold water, dumping every single bag into the sink. Pierce them all at the same time? Or one each, carefully?