"Wait," Lennon said, his brow furrowing. "Someone wrote bitch on your door? What a juvenile thing to do." Especially since Juno wasn't one. She could get defensive and brittle, but everyone had coping mechanisms. He thought Juno was one of the sweetest people he'd ever met, honestly.
Her answer to his question made him shake his head ruefully. "That depends, I guess. When I was a kid, if I'd known my life would be great by the time I was fifteen, that could've gotten me through a lot. But if I'd found out it was only going to get worse... I dunno." Here, what would they have to hold onto, to hope for if there was unspeakable horror in their futures?