Silver Creek [m] Ain't nowhere left for the good to go

He saw her hurt. How could he not? The bite of shame almost threatened to spark his agitation to a wildfire, but as she went on, Winterbourne found himself deflating. She was hurt, yet she shared with him all the same.

Winterbourne wasn't sure he understood. But after a moment of hesitant silence, he reached for something of his own to share. River, He said after a small silence. Is what my family called me. But no one's called me that in a long time.

Another brief pause, and then — It'll be different this time, yeah? I'll keep you safe. All of you. His gaze lingered on her, searching.