I kick at some leaves that have fallen across the path. The first leaves to drop.
It’ll be fall soon. I’ll be gone. We’re unraveling before my eyes, and I don’t know how to stop it.
Taylor, Dad, and I enter the house silently, and Taylor starts up the stairs.
"I need you two to sit down in the kitchen." Dad is using his no-argument voice.
The two of us exchange glances and report to the kitchen. Taylor slides into the bench at our massive wooden table, and I take a seat.
"I’m sorry," Dad says. "But I promise I’m trying."
"We know," I reply.
"Do you?" Dad asks. "I think you wonder, and I get why you would."
There’s more truth to that than not.
"Sometimes trying isn’t enough, and I need help to do more."
I study Dad. "You’re going to see someone?"
"I am, and I believe we all sho
