"He made me feel like a whore," Emily said. Simple, abject. "He was F.A.C.T.! I still can’t believe that sometimes. That I was sleeping with the enemy, that I spilled the whole fucking thing, that it was all my fault." She burst into tears. "And then this! I don’t know why I even showed by face here. I wish we were back in Mexico. I wish we were in hell!"