She’s everywhere. She’s in my house, my job, my bed, and I don’t wanna wear my clothes anymore and I don’t wanna live in my apartment, and I don’t wanna be with you. She’s taken everything.

“I understand that you think I acted too emotionally. And putting aside the fact that men always say that about women they work with, I’ll get straight to the point. I am emotional. I do bring it into my work. It’s what motivates me. It helps me to get into the headspace of our victims… See what they’ve seen. Even if I don’t want to, even if it horrifies me. And I think it makes me a better agent.”

it seems farther than ever before

I realized at that moment that despite what I’d promised, what I fully intended to do, that I could never take Peter back. The way she looked at him, I saw in her what I feared most in myself when I saw him… I couldn’t lose him again. It was the first hole, Olivia. The first breach. The first crack in a pattern of cracks, spaces between the worlds. And it’s my fault. You can’t imagine what it’s like to lose a child.