I wanted to believe her. Mia had always been the responsible one, the straight-A student who never gave anyone trouble.
Maybe this was her way of coping with her dad’s condition. Maybe wearing the same outfit was some kind of statement.
It was a Thursday evening when everything changed. I’d just finished helping Tom into bed when I heard soft crying coming from the bathroom.
The door was cracked open, and through the gap, I could see Mia sitting on the edge of the tub with her face buried in her hands.
I knocked gently. “Mia? Honey, you okay?”
She jumped, wiping her eyes quickly.
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