It’s raining again, not that it matters anymore. I’ve been completely soaked for hours. I shiver constantly and the cold that slithers down my back is a snake that lives in my dripping hair. I sit outside the door of her mother’s house, hoping that she’ll show up soon.

She’s not speaking to me again – my beautiful daughter. She doesn’t answer my phone calls or reply to my e-mails or text messages. It’s been months since I saw her last. She’s busy, sure, she’s busy – but I’m her father. I wonder what set her off – a conversation with her mother about why I left? a missed phone call? I have no idea…

A car pulls into the driveway and the headlights make me turn my head away. I shade my eyes and see a silhouette exit the vehicle.