Jennifer fought back tears. Never let anyone see weakness, she knew this to be the first skill of survival. She like Ash, a lot, but she had learned early that those you cared for disappeared. He looked so disappointed, standing, staring into the night. Suddenly it dawned on her, this rich man's son who had everything. He had money, prestige, servants, also shared her instinct for survival. Lack of trust.<br/><br/>Here was a kindred spirit, damaged somehow. She didn't want to hurt anyone. She wanted somewhere to belong. How could she stay? She needed to find her mom. But then, it was cold out and rainy.<br/><br/>She crossed the floor to stand behind him on the balcony. Slipping a gentle hand on his back, she whispered. "Okay, I will stay, a few more days if that is what you want."