You called John. No answer. You figured he was busy not thinking much of it… but your dad on the other hand. You were worried sick.

”Did you call me? I was driving.”

Your phone buzzes with a text message from John, your dad’s coworker and best friend. You asked him if your dad was with him, John said he left a few hours ago. You were starving. Stomach rumbling as you sat in the couch of your home, tucked in a blanket.

John ordered pizza for you, said he’d try to get in touch with your dad. You let out a sigh of relief as the pizza arrived and you ate.

“Pack a change. I’ll pick you up in 10.”

John sent another message. You were confused. ”did you find my dad?” You asked.

John said yes, and you asked if he was okay. Well he’s alive. was the response you got. And then a list of words with him telling you it wasn’t your fault.

“I wish I could do something to help him John.”

He responded almost immediately. ”You can’t. It’s not your responsibility, it never should’ve never been. Just pack. I’ll be there in ten.”