Quinn Schumacher

She'd only migrated just outside onto the balcony again. She was sitting, legs curled up on the chair and staring out at the view, eyes vacant. She did this a lot lately. She used to do that all the time when she was in a group home. Nothing worked and nothing felt right, so she spent all her time staring, mind wandering through nothing. It was miserable, quite frankly.

So, that was where he'd find her. Just as vacant as before.