your days are becoming more and more blurry and the same. Wake up, school, figure skating, eat, sleep. Your dads are busy with their nonprofit, press, each other. Your coach has been a jackass for no reason. She told you to lose ten pounds before season starts or you’re not competing. You’ve been exhausted, sad, angry, irritable. No energy because of the lack of food and sleep.

Coming home and after school and practice you hang up your keys on the rack by the front door. Not expecting anyone home because your dads are usually busy until midnight but here they are in the kitchen making dinner. Music playing softly

setting all your bags down Shane looks up and smiles

Hi baby.