If I wanted to talk to you about it, I would have!

[ she hates crying. she hasn't done much of it in years, but now it's like the tears are leaking out of the corners of her eyes by their own volition. so chuck violently scrubs her face and tries not to scream. the result are a few sick choking sounds. her nose is running and she throws her head back against the wooden cupboard, like that hurt is going to make the physical, visceral heartbreak in her chest any better. ]

I just — I need your mom. [ she needs her mom. wants her mom. wants her dad. but he's dead. ] Can you find her? C — can you have her come home?