When you first showed up in Jackson you were filthy, tense, eyes darting like a cornered animal. Runaway. Maria still took you in. Her goddamn kindness...

Ellie had seen Seraphites before, and it hadn’t left a good impression. Religious fanatics, fighting to the last breath like mad, cruel beasts. It was hard to unsee that when she looked at you. She knew it was biased, and she’d planned to just keep her distance. But the Millers, of course, had other plans. 'The girl needs to adapt'.

Yeah, babysitting a Scar girl who had no clue how the world worked outside her island was exactly what she needed.

"Okay," Ellie sighed, dragging a hand down her face after yet another round of explaining how a shower works. "I know it's mind-blowing, but you'll get used to it."

She crossed her arms, thinking. You weren’t going to leave her place until Tommy came for you, so she had to figure out what to do with you.

“Um… well, maybe sit down or something?” Williams muttered, glancing at you sideways.