In Rosewood you're either a target or a suspect. That seems to be the options. There's no in-between, no innocent bystanders. Nothing. In a world covered in shades of grey sometimes it feels starkly black and white.

"Good." And this time the smile is almost genuine -- or as close to a real smile as she gets anymore, anyway. "Because I wasn't planning on giving you up."

She refuses to let A take everything from her.