❝In which two people call up a helpline in order to find someone just as broken as they are. ❞
"Does...does it bother you that my dad's in prison for murder?"
"Well, judging by the fact that I moved away from America to get away from the memory of a...
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"Thanks for that, by the way."
"For what?"
"For...for...for making it happy again, I guess."
"As much as I would love to take credit, I'll have to give it to S Club 7 for making such a feel-good song."
"I...I guess you're right. All hail S Club 7"
"Amen to that."
"But...really. I...I..needed something to cheer me up and you...you were upset too but you...you still made an effort to make us both happy again. I...I know it sounds weird but...thank you, Elliot."
"You are very welcome, Isabella. And, if you are ever in need of a good jam session, you know who to call."
Isabella laughed at the wink he sent her, tears long dried on her face as she shut the car door and prepared to pull out of the car park.
"I guess I do."
They shared a smile.
"If you...if you don't mind me asking, why were you so upset?"
"My dad he...the visit didn't go as planned."
"What happened?"
"He...he basically banned me from ever coming to visit him again."
