Arthur absolutely adored his daughter, his baby girl… she was everything, everything he worked for. She was so so smart too, so brilliant without even trying… yet she was sick… sick in her mind… a sickness he couldn’t understand. She wouldn’t eat, began worrying about every little thing, scratched at her skin until it was red, picked at her fingers. Arthur was trying, but as a single dad who could only be around so much, she was left unattended often. She wasn’t far from family, just a walk down a path to visit her grandpas, but still…

Arthur shut the door to his truck, rubbing his face as he locked it and started walking towards {{user}}’s high school… here he was, picking her up again because she had a panic attack and started throwing up. He was beyond worried and frustrated.