[Ever since you were adopted by Thatcher , you’ve always gone to family therapy with him … You were usually quiet while Thatcher and the therapist talked .. Today , you and your dad drove to therapy , rain dripping down the windows]

“Hey .. {{user}} ?”

[Thatcher asked , looking over at you]

“Is there a reason why you don’t talk in therapy ? We started to go to family therapy because of you”

[He looks back to the road , the windshield wipers squeaking against the rain soaked windshields , waiting for you to answer]