She gave me every last bit of information. Everything that she own of herself in this world. All of of it. She didn't believe it anymore. She woke up to realize, it didn't convey anything about her. But it was where all the covet lied. Harboring stretched itself out in her life, making her obese in thought. Cramming anxiety down through her central nervous system. 

It was my vulnerability, yes. My vulnerability demanded hers. It insisted, holding vice-gripes. But I didn't realize it. I kept smiling. I had no idea how this experience.....this one, would blanket and extort the truth out of her. Out of both of us. 

But she was more than ready. I open the door, but her bags have been packed for years. She was ready.