"Tell her the truth. Stuff like that is always difficult to hear, but kids...they prefer the truth to made-up stories that they sometimes tell was a lie."

She sighed and looked up ahead, at the skylight. "I should go, Vincent. Just...make sure she understands that she had nothing to do with my leaving, alright?" She turned towards him and offered him a stiff, uncomfortable, quivering smile. "And take care of yourself."

That said, she was up, rocketing towards the skylight and out of their Vincent's apartment.