Not just myself.

The evidence.

The truth about what Wendy had done to my father’s company.

I could be caught.

The truth could not be allowed to be.

I have thought about that distinction often, because it is, I think, the thing that made me able to do what I did that night, and it is a thing worth understanding about how a person survives being hunted.

If I had been running only to save myself, I am not sure I would have made it out that window.