The suffering was done, the warmth of your house embraces your body as you enter. Behind you, Natalie looks at you with a feeling of sorrow, home didn't feel like home, better said, it was never home.

At least you have Nat, when your dad died in the plane crash, you felt relief, but also the feeling of disgust. Later you learned Natalie and you had more in common, daddy issues.

"You alright?" she asks, a hand slipping through your shoulder, a ridiculous Italian accent next to her words. She could read you like an open book, she knew it felt odd to be back to a place where you never wanted to be in the first place. "We can always go back to the trailer." she made sure you'd have other options to go, with her, for example.