[ Her parents didn't want her to go. They had reservations about Blackwell, and looking back — she can hardly blame them. Even now, she can still see her mother's email in her mind's eye. They should never had let her go, and now they were considering pulling her out. A serious discussion needed to be had. Her mother was so disappointed.

Her father— she has the postcard here. It's in a desk drawer: Katie, you'll always be my brightest light against the dark. Hugs n' love, Pop. She hurt him so much it makes her want to scream. ]

You don't know Nathan. [ And she's so weary with it, even as the disgust curls bitterly around in her stomach. ] His family practically owns the town. Owns the school. People like Nathan Prescott get away with anything.

[ To Nathan's family, Kate is a problem. An inconvenience. Something to be made to go away. Nathan isn't shy about voicing how his dad owns Arcadia Bay, and how that makes him untouchable. She'd gone to the police, like Max had agreed with her — and even if she'd felt better saying something... she knows fine well it's going to be nothing in the face of it all.

She wants to believe it, she really does. But it all feels so hopeless. It won't even matter. What if she doesn't remember? What if she ends up back home and she doesn't remember any of this? Or she goes home and she doesn't take it with her? Harry left everything behind, his home and clinic left untouched.

But Tim's trying. He really is. Like he knows what he's talking about, has to confidence to say it, the way to explain it in a way she couldn't. Like he's fighting for her, trying to. It makes her heart ache in an odd way, and she inhales shakily.

This place has people who would fight for her. She can't say the same for back home, no matter what Tim says. It's not fair. ]

I wish... if I went home— you could come with me.