She's not lonely, she's a prostitute!

I shouldn't have to ask specifically.

Swann's mind, the small part of it that she always squashes down because it gets her in trouble, screams things at him, begs for answers. She doesn't let any of it come out of her mouth, too scared that it will make him leave forever and hate her.

"I wasn't snooping," she says instead, weakly defending herself. "It all just popped up when I texted your mother."

She falls quiet for another moment. "I thought you hate Districters."