"Oh, honey, I'm still not sure what's gotten into you."
"What?" I looked at my mom in confusion, not understanding what she meant. I had noticed her looking at me since I walked into the kitchen that morning. She hadn't even touched her breakfast. "What do you mean?"
"You seem a lot happier than I've ever seen you. At first, I was very happy to see you like this, but now I’m worried. You’re not still thinking of running away, right? Not after all that's happened?"
"Mom, relax. I'm not planning on running away." This felt like the third time I was telling her this today. She must have assumed my good spirits were because I had found a way to get away. Sure, I would have to leave, but only because there were things I needed to find out for myself. I needed to locate my dad; he was the onl
