He looked skeptical that I could fix this, which I understood, but he nodded, and looked relieved. I watched him go to his room and close the door.
I was pretty sure that I knew what was going on, but I need to speak with Julia to be sure.
I knocked on the door, but there was no answer. I went in. Julia was sitting on her bed, her head in her hands. She was crying softly. She looked so small, so young sitting there. It broke my heart. I closed the door behind me and sat next to her on the bed.
I put my arm around her and she jumped like I'd hit her.
"Dad, no! No!" she almost shouted, looking at me with red and scared eyes, "Just stay away, ok? Please...I love you, but please...I can't...I'm not..."
And then she devolved back into tears. Yeah, I was right, I had just caught on too slow
