Arlan
I make my way to his old room, having since changed things, and stand by the window. She follows, closing the door behind her.
"Why are you acting all gloom and doom? Arn't you at least happy that my dad may have finally returned?" She asks.
I turn to her, not bothering to bottle my emotions.
"Why do you care?" I ask, "Why should anyone care about whether I'm happy to see your father?!"
I look down, trying to compose myself.
"Why should I care?"
