I don’t feel like having a spa night with my friends. I don’t feel like doing anything at all. I’ve been walking around in a haze. Elizabeth and Maddie come over periodically to make sure I’m drinking enough water.

My own father stood on the stoop and tried to be good cop talking to Walt, like it’s okay for his family to meddle while he’s out working every single hour of the day. Fuck that. I didn’t invite him into this whole ...