She sobs once. Loudly. Her hand coming up to cover her mouth and she hates herself for showing that weakness. She's been too weak already. He's made her too weak.

Diane never knew what it was to truly hate someone until that night. And she hates him even more for making her feel that.

"You fucking son of a bitch." The words are forced out through a clenched jaw, sounding fierce and harsh. "I knew this was because of you. I knew you did this. Why can't you let me go?!"