Elena brushes her hair back from her face with a soft sigh. “Well my old foster parents live not too far from here. That’s who Barry told me had just been in the diner. I cut off ties with them a few years back but they still try to act like their my parents. Well when we have an audience of course.” She shrugs. “They’re dead to me, so let’s not waste our breath on them.”

Ren smiles. “I guess it could be called that.”

Angelica tilts her head. “No I haven’t. I don’t lie.”