[She is not wrong. And she knows him too well, damn the woman. John shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath as he considers whether it is better to hold back the gory details or simply tell her the truth. Neither he supposed will help her feel better in the end.]

𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓼, 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓻𝓭. 𝓐𝓷 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓽. 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝓭𝓾𝓽𝔂. 𝓘’𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓽 𝓫𝔂 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓮𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓼, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓿𝓲𝓿𝓮. 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓼𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝓮𝓷 𝓸𝓷 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽.