Sam pursed her lips for a second. The fake answer would make her sound like a shallow, North Shore teen. The real one would not only make her sound crazy, but fracture the Masquerade. Even if there wasn't a Masquerade here, undoing that kind of conditioning was...complicated.

She decided to go for something in between.

"My uncle died when I was sixteen," she said. "It was...I had a lot of unanswered questions. And I guess I went looking for answers in a somewhat self-destructive way. I was just a dumb kid."