Ghosts. Always ghosts. She'd been one herself for a time, not quite the shell that her father had turned in to, but she'd been dead to the world. A misnomer, but one that she had allowed to perpetuate. That York had had faith in her- she'd never be able to tell him the truth of it, even if it was Texas all those years ago that had been stirring up trouble and not her.

"When did you get here?" That clipped tone. There's not much change to her, perhaps a few lines erased from her features but that was hard to tell at the moment given the hawk-like precision that those mirrored green eyes gave. Yet unlike him, Carolina didn't turn her gaze away, rather continued with that challenging expression.