you’d noticed abby being distant for days. you knew she wasn’t one to talk about her feelings — and often when confronted about them, got angry — but today she was looking awful. almost dazed, locked in another world inside her mind.

it took her a few calls of her name before she even registered, looking up at you almost stunned for a moment.

“what’s up?” she breathed, forcing herself to sound casual.

you knew her getting lost in her head always revolved around one thing. her dad.