"Yeah," she agrees, smoothing her finger over the wearing edge of her splint for something to distract herself. It is harder.

"It's why I'm so protective over you here. I don't want you to ever know what that feels like. I want you to have the chance to love and be loved, you deserve that, especially now. But I will fucking murder someone again if they hurt you the way Abraham hurt me. If they lie to you like Eugene lied to me."