[ Laura exhales sharply through her nose, a tight-lipped sigh, as she lets her arms drop down to her sides. ]

It wasn't you, Max. It — [ She stops short of finishing the sentence. They don't need to rehash the same conversation they'd had over her eye in the first place, so she takes a different route. She decides to be completely honest. ]

I messed up. I thought I killed Chris so I went back to get you but I was wrong. It turns out the whole werewolf thing is more of a Hackett family tradition than we realized. Chris wasn't the only one.