Brandon leads me upstairs and into what I remember to be one of the guest bedrooms, but what is now his temporary room. I used to crash here last summer—I used to sleep in the bed that is now his bed. We sit down on it and I don't feel overwhelmed. Surprisingly, I feel relaxed in here with him. With my legs crossed, I settle and eye him for a moment. "I told you that something bad happened to me."

"You did, and that worries me, Emma."

"I told you that my Dad came back. Well, now he's leaving again, permanently, and for another woman. I overheard my parents fighting...