Quiet, Sam could get. It wasn't so much her thing, but she could respect that some people preferred it.

Being here, however, she would never, ever get. She wouldn't allow herself. It would mean Stockholm Syndrome settling in. It would mean giving up on Avery and Grace and the fucking world. It would mean surrendering.

Never. Never ever ever.

A muscle in her jaw twitched. "You want quiet, try a suburb of Chicago. This place is shit."