Waverly's glance flicks to him in the rearview, and she nods. "Mmhm."

She'd been so young then, but not young enough not to know she'd lost her whole family in a single night. "A few years at St. Victoria's, here in the Triangle. From there to juvie, from juvie to a string of foster homes..."

Waverly takes a breath and turns them in towards the center of town. "And then she skipped town as soon as she could."