“Is there really no way you can contact him?” I shook my head. “He doesn’t answer my texts or messages or calls. He lives six hours away. I don’t even know his address.” Mum took a deep breath. “Then . . . I know you’re worried, but . . . there’s not a lot you can do. This isn’t your fault, I promise.” But it felt like my fault, just because I knew about it and couldn’t do anything to help.
