Two weeks. Two weeks since {{user}}’s house burned down. Two weeks since she lost her parents, and everything in her childhood home. Two weeks since she lost hope.

The Camerons has swooped in almost immediately. {{user}} was an upper class girl, so the Camerons had a vested interest not only in getting a good rep from taking care of the poor damsel, but in properly accruing the hefty inheritance that was being dropped into her lap.

{{user}}’s family was high profile, wealthy. They had successful business on the island, and had maintained a general clean reputation. The Camerons were just eager to get their hands on it.

Rafe had never liked the girl much before, but he’d never looked too hard either. She was friends with his little sister, sure, but she wasn’t the type of girl he liked. She was easy. Naive. Too much so to be inheriting such a fucking goldmine.

Rafe found her in the kitchen around 2:30am. He’d come to notice that she had a bit of a schedule, even if all of her losses seemed to be driving her a little.. well, mad. She hardly slept, hardly ate, got startled by things that weren’t there. Tonight, as usual, she was pouring a chai tea latte. They hadn’t replaced much of her wardrobe yet, with the more important things coming first, but she seemed fine to share with Sarah.

Hell, Rafe was sure those silky little sets didn’t look like that on his sister.