"It's... all of it, I think," Laurie said with a tiny shrug of her shoulders. "It's a new environment... and most of these people in here don't have access to newspapers or the true-crime stuff, so they don't know what happened. I don't have to deal with being the total freakshow everywhere I go."
A slight smile touched her mouth again, and she tugged the cuffs of her hoodie down over her hands. "The people are great so far," she murmured, thinking of Tristan especially. "And, um. I'm kind of learning to cope... I'm trying to tell myself that he's dead, that he isn't going to come back and do it again. They have a body this time, they... they know he's really dead."