"I... uh." She looked over at him, and she swallowed thickly. "I have a... worry." She said it quietly. "I... uh." She paused. "So, when I- Boston. When I left Boston." She rubs her hand along the back of her neck. "I.... I think-" Her brows furrowed, her shoulders tight with tension.

"I think they assumed- I mean, I don't know. I don't know if they looked for me, but it's- it has to have been- It's months, and-" What she's not saying, what she has to force herself to say, is-- "I think they may think I'm dead?"

Raleigh runs her hand down her face, and she rubs her arms with her hands, like she's cold even though it's hot outside.

"I don't know, and I don't know what to do."