The lock tumbled and the door opened onto the apartment full of boxes.

"So it is true, you are moving. Where?"

"I have a job offer from a friend from college. Hopefully the exploding cars and firebombed apartments will stop."

"But what about us?"

"There is no us. There was, and could have been for a few hours one night, but you sent me back to Morelli and kept telling me crap."

"Crap?"

"You don't remember the whole no relationship, ring not a condom and line item under entertainment stuff? I thought you had a better memory than that."

"I thought you would be safer with Morelli."

"Safer than what? All he wanted to do was lock me in his house cooking, cleaning and popping out demonspawn. How is that safer? I would go insane and murder him to get away after a year of that shit."

"I'm sorry. Is it too late to try?"

"You have got to be kidding."

End.

This is what would have happened after several years of being jerked around emotionally if I had been Stephanie.