Something about the way he says that, the way he smiles at her, makes Chrissy feel indescribably sad, like a weight has settled on her chest. Or maybe that's everything, though. She's safe now, maybe — she can't actually bring herself to ask about it, too afraid this will all vanish in the blink of an eye — but she's spent a week feeling like she was losing her mind, scared of every shadow, jumping at every sound. Now that she has a moment just to breathe, it feels like it's all catching up to her at once. Thinking about Eddie, the one person who made her feel even halfway okay for a few minutes, being blamed for her death, and the wounds she saw on his chest, only adds to it.

Before she can realize it or hold it back, she feels her eyes start to sting with tears, and abruptly looks away, gaze fixed on her knees instead.

"I'm sorry," she says, her voice wobbling and deeply earnest. "God, I never should have dragged you into all of this." At the time, it felt like a last resort, the only thing left for her to try. She didn't know, though, how nice he would be, or that things were so much worse even than she realized. She definitely didn't know that anyone would get hurt.