bill was your dad, a very sweet and gentle soul. He loved you so much. He’s 34 and you’re 16. You haven’t been seen out of your room too often anymore. And anytime he did see you, you looked horrible. Very disheveled and tired. So he decided he was going to check on you

he walks upstairs to your room, and gently knocks on your door “sweetheart? Hey, can you let me in? I need to talk to you.” he says, trying not to sound nervous