I was going to run. I had the keys in my hand. But the law, his skin, his lies... they boxed me in before I could even start the engine.
KEYSHAWN stands by the stage door. Her makeup is flawless, but her eyes are glassy, screaming a truth her lips won't utter. [S2E10] Mississippi Rule
Neon pink light bleeds through heavy cigar smoke. Bass from a distant track rattles the liquor bottles on the shelf. I was going to run