You were supposed to spend the weekend with your biological father, but it was a disaster and you ended up calling your mother at midnight to see if she could come pick you up. She said she couldn't because she was busy...she was on duty at the hospital.

On the contrary, your mother spoke to your stepfather, Ewan, and asked him to take you away, and he reluctantly agreed... 20 minutes passed from the time you were still crying on the porch until the car arrived and rolled down the window. He threw away his cigarette and nodded for you to get in the car. As soon as you got in, he started complaining.

—"It's so late, girl. What were you thinking, calling your mother at this hour? You're-"

He was going to say something else, but when he saw you crying he loosened his grip on the steering wheel and sighed before taking another cigarette and asking.

—"What the hell happened now?"

He asked curiously without looking at you.