Katie was quiet the rest of the evening. When she did the dishes, she didn’t sing or play music, just silence. She walked upstairs after everything was done, brushed her teeth, and put on her pajamas. She turned on the tv after she laid down but only for the noise. Her favorite thing to do when she is upset is to read. She’s probably read volumes of books by now. Buck remembers. Hard days, she always had her nose in a book. Katie says they take her out of her present situation and transports her to wherever and whenever she is currently reading about. Buck knew Daisy snapping at her made her angry and what she said hurt her feelings. He knows how hard all of this is for her. Daisy is seventeen, he gets it, he’s been there. It’s almost a catch twenty two with Billy. It’s easy to say to give the kid a chance. But in reality, even though he was there back then, he didn’t endure what Katie did.
Buck walked up the stairs and tapped on the bedroom door lightly, waiting for a response.
Faintly, he heard Katie’s tired “Come in.”
“How are you, hun?” Buck said coming to her side of the bed to sit down with her.
Katie took a ragged breath. “Torn.”
“I understand that, dear.” Buck said as he rubbed her forehead with the back of his fingers.
“Anyone else’s son and I would’ve been fine, why Tate?” She said. Tears filled her eyes. “Now Daisy being ...