Havanna glared slightly at the girl, but when her voice softened she stopped. She almost smiled but didnt.<span style="font-style: italic">Home</span>....was that even a thing anymore? She barely remembered hers. She'd been living in a small shed for the past six months but had recently made the decision to move to a new place. She was afraid of the Juvies, the officers who were after the Unwinds, and of all the people around her. Her home had not been a happy one, that was what she remembered. She thought back and suddenly the memories flooded her brain and brought tears to her eyes. She remembered a tall dark-haired man, with features similar to her own. She remembered that man being an abusive man.<span style="font-style: italic">Is that my father?</span>she wondered.<span style="font-style: italic">Yes, i think so. Where is my mother?</span>. She thought about it and remembered a small, frail woman. Reddish hair that was graying at the tips. The woman was not angry with her. The woman didn't hurt her.<span style="font-style: italic">This is my mother. She was good to me. She loved me</span>. She thought even more, and then a very painful memory rolled around to the front of her head. The large, bad man who was her father was hitting her again. But this time, he hit her mother too. Clearly too hard, for the woman fell down and didn't get up again.<span style="font-style: italic">My mother is dead. My father sent me to be unwound.</span>Finally, she spoke. "Yes" was all that she could say, before she fell to the ground in tears. Not only grieving her mother, but crying out and asking her father why he didn't love her.