Mama Lindsey arrived last night, and Dad's attitude flipped, as was expected. I found him crying in the kitchen; it's been a harsh reality for him to come to terms with the fact he drove his wife away, and is once again back to square one. Hugging, I told him that I'm here for him and locked my words into eye contact.
Last night I was stuck in a nightmare, having been accused of murdering Savannah, framed by an old man.
Wrists were slit.
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