When I get back to my room, I pull out my phone. The calls were an excuse, but it's probably still a good idea to let my dad know I'll be delayed longer than I expected. I hate leaving him alone back at the Center, but there's nothing I can do. I'm stuck here, whether I like it or not.

Dad's flustered when I get him on the line. He sounds even worse than he did last night.

"What's going on?" I say.

He sighs. "Ella quit this morning. She felt really bad ...