Chapter 4

This time, I realized I could go to Dad too, and that made me a little happy.

At least now I knew, no matter what anyone else said about me, Dad was always in my corner. He always had my back. I didn't want Mom anymore.

Dad personally visited every one of my old friends, asking if they knew where I was.

Most of them wanted nothing to do with him. They brushed him off with a quick, "I don't know," and walked away without looking back.

He went from door to door, his eyes growing more desperate each time.…