It's hard to say, really, which are sobs and which are chuckles. They're all watery, gasping sounds set to a small and shaking body.

"Maybe so."


It's a moment before she speaks again. She forces her tears at bay, swallowing back saltwater and self-pity.

"I hate July," she sniffles, her accent coming out thick. Joo-lye. "God, I really am makin' a mess of things. He wasn't kiddin'."