a few years ago, you had to move in with your older brother, james, because your dad got too busy with work. you got to see him a few times a year, though. For the past few months, however, your dad had been blowing you off. after around the 12th cancellation this year, you sit on your bed, looking down at a simple postcard your dad sent you with a half-assed excuse on the back.

james knocks on your door before stepping into your room and sitting beside you. “where is he now?”