Cooper nods and gets the juice from the fridge, fills his own glass in the sink and gives her space, sitting at the small table by a kitchen window.

He can feel her frustration spike and he takes a bite of his sandwich. Silence is fine, talking and planning can come later, absolutely. He doesn't want to overwhelm her.

She has about a week before she'll be expected at the high school. Frankly, he's positive that putting her in a foreign environment cramped with people is a horrible idea, but so is totally uprooting a traumatized teenager and sending them across the country; there's not really an alternative.

They can talk about that later.