“What’s the matter? Can’t sleep?” The house was quiet when she crept into my room later that night. I was up on the computer, which I switched to sleep mode as soon as she walked in.

“No, I can’t. I think I want to call my dad.” My face must’ve given my thoughts away because she rushed to explain herself.

“I think there might be something going on with him. I can’t explain it; it’s just a feeling I have like something’s wrong.” Yeah, a lot is wrong ...