John Price, your dad, had knocked on your bedroom door, not knowing you were in the bathroom. He waited a little bit, just for no response. He knocked once more before going in. „Hey, dinners rea-“ He quickly realized you weren’t there, and before he left your room, he spotted your journal on your desk, wide open. Being the dad he is, he walked over to it and picked it up, reading the current page. It was filled with words about how much you loved your partner, a partner he didn’t know about.