Stefan looks up, taken aback. Tears spring to his eyes.
It all comes out in a rush.
"The &^%$@ of it is that it isn't over. And I don't even know what it is. 10 years we were together, Gary and I. 10 glorious, magical years. He was my prince, riding in on his beautiful white horse to pluck me from my dismal life. We lived a fairytale together.
"And now he's dead. Murdered. Right before my eyes. By some big, @!#$ing Sopranos extra. I ran and I ran. Found myself in my car. Where could I go? Not home. If they were after Gary, home wouldn't be safe. Not to my parents. Haven't spoken to them in years. So, I thought, what about Lisa? She's always been there for me, always understood me.
"But I'm running and I don't know, are they following me? Should I really go to my sister's? And then that big truck, out of nowhere. So, here I am, lost, confused, and, yes, feeling sorry for myself.
"Because I think Gary did this. I think he was mixed up in something, something bad. He became so secretive, begged me to move to Oregon with him. Then he was gone so much, traveling, something big going on. He wouldn't tell me. Usually he went on and on about all the art deals, the paintings, everything. But this time, he said so little."
Wipes the snot from his lip with the back of his sleeve.
"And you people have been so kind to me, and I'm just so lost, and I don't even know what I'm doing here."