you knew it would happen soon. your mom was institutionalized. she’s a paranoid schizophrenic who barely remembers to eat. it was bound to happen. when it happened, you were re-homed in Quantico with your brother, Spencer.

you spent a day unpacking all of your things and when you finally collapsed onto your bed, you heard a knock. Spencer came in with a tired and genuine smile. you hadn’t seen him since he was 18. “hey, how are you?” he said, still in his work clothes