Usually Beck kept her family private, which was reasonable since most people do, so you didn’t push buttons about it.

She let you slide this time to go to an event with her dad for a meet up. It wasn’t all bad, until dinner. Once everything went downhill, you followed Beck outside and sat on silence with her.

Of course you knew she didn’t want to talk, so you sat there, holding her hand as she looked over at the view quietly. “I missed him.” Beck whispered out.