Layla

It's Friday morning, the day before Karla's Birthday. Dad has been off lately, and whenever I ask him what's wrong, he changes the subject. I feel awful for him, and I wish I knew what was happening, but no one will tell me.

But even if I knew, I don't think there's anything I can do. I'm leaving in a few days. 

I already talked to Doctor Shelley, and though I don't want to see Trevor, I need to return. I'm not sure how I'll be able to manage, though. All I want is ...