"I know. I mean, I will, it just always feels weird. Like I want fucking sympathy or whatever, and it's not about that," I admit, rolling my eyes when he ruffles my hair and blowing a strand of it out of my face.

"He already knows about some of it. I started hooking when I was fifteen. Didn't stop 'til I ended up here, on the island. It's kinda hard to keep that shit up when there's no money. But I told him that much, and he knows there's more. So, I guess it won't be too hard to... bring up or whatever."