Beth nods at that, because Blue is certainly right. She remembers what it was like with nowhere to go, the nights spent camping outside, never feeling safe, the nights between the farm and the prison.

Then the nights after the prison, too, when it had just been the two of them taking shifts sleeping. Not that either of them had been able to sleep much those nights. They had been some of the worst nights of her life.

"It is," she agrees. "Thank you for bringin' me here."