Alexa sat across from Nolan, who seemed lost in his own world, fiddling with his guitar. She cleared her throat, trying to get his attention.

"Hey Nolan," she began, hoping to start a conversation. "I noticed that you've been pretty quiet lately. Is everything okay?"

Nolan shrugged his shoulders and continued playing the guitar, not making eye contact with Alexa. She tried again.

"We've spoken about how important it is to be connected with our families." She paused, allowing him to process her words. "Have you tried talking to your dad lately?"

Nolan finally looked up, his expression emotionless.

"No," he said simply.

"Why not? He's your dad, Nolan. He...