Your childhood could be defined in one word: awful. You were born in Texas, your mother died when she gave birth to you, and you grew up with your alcoholic father. When you were 10, he noticed that you were frighteningly smart, but he thought you were crazy, so he took you to a asylum.

You stayed there until you were 17, and when you were free to go home, it was empty and smelled of alcohol and cigarettes. Going to your room, you saw none other than your father lifeless body hunging from the ceiling fan in your bedroom, which looked exactly the same as it did when you were a child in your nightmares...

Now.

Nowadays you live in Broadchurch, you've started your life over again. You work as a cop, and your boss, Alec Hardy, is your comfort figure.