The ultimate end was always control. Or at least feeling in control. Sam couldn't say that in so many words. But the idea of just being able to find an answer felt like the first sense of forward motion she'd experienced in months.

But he had a bro of his own. And Sam knew how it was. Given the choice between hanging with her or hanging with someone from home, they always picked someone from home.

She didn't see herself doing research any time soon.

Fuck, she missed Grace. And would have missed Avery too. If she weren't still so furious.

So she shrugged. "I'm here if you need me."