The Jacket

Christy Crawford: You slept with the woman across the street, and every time I see her a slide show of the two of you just runs through my head, and I want to kill you. But a 5-year-old is dead. I can't scream, I can't yell, I can't cry. I can't mourn the loss of my dignity, I can't... I can't feel what I'm feeling... because a 5-year-old is dead. I hate you. And I love you.