Breakdown of A Different Sort

"I'm gonna talk with Tam about that..." Max grimaced. "Poor kid needs help it seems..." He nodded and agreed with River that they should move to the other room. Though the wary and hateful looks she kept shooting at him made him feel unwanted. He couldn't fathom why this girl seemed to hate him so much but he wasn't going to press the issue. Instead he decided to keep his distance.


Tam spent most of the evening delivering pizzas. When it came time to clock out and go back to pick up Chris she felt a sense of unease. A part of her wanted to leave Chris there just a bit longer, be away from their father just a bit more... But she knew that wouldn't happen. There was no escape...

She had to stop off to the side of the road to cry.

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