I could barely sleep because of anxiety. On the one hand, the new job. I wanted to do everything very well, and on the other hand, Dad. Was it really him last night or did I imagine it? And if it was him, why didn't he come in and what was he doing here at that time of night? It's all very strange. What is happening with Dad? I have to go see him. I can't leave him alone if he's sick. Would he go back to drugs? I hope it's not that!

It would be terrible if he relapsed after so many years of abstinence. If that's the case,...