move in with Dad. He goes with me to help pack up my room when Mom is at work. She left a letter for me on my bed. It’s from Brightwood. I’ve been accepted into their art program. I know I should be more excited, but it’s hard to be happy when I still don’t know what I’m going to do. California feels like it’s slipping farther and farther away from me. I’m not sure I’m brave enough to go back and do it all over again but this time without Jamie.