Sam was a little surprised by the question. But only a little. What surprised her more was the alacrity with which she had an answer. "It may be a wreck, but it's mine," she said. It was hers. Her mess. Her friends. Her family. Her responsibility. And for the first time, she realized that she loved it.

As much as Sam supposed she was capable of love, after everything...

She shrugged, trying to force herself past the seriousness. "Anyway, I don't exactly like being held prisoner, you know?"