So when he drops me off and I walk into my house I’m confused to see her, Catherine, and Connor in my living room. Six eyes are staring at me and I stop dead in my tracks. “What are you doing here?” I ask to no one in particular. Catherine steps forward, “Harp, we are here because we love you and want to talk to you.” “What the hell?” I say, “Is this some sort of intervention?” No one answers me until Catherine has pulled me into the living room, and I’m sitting next to her on the couch. I look between all their faces and wait for someone to say something. “Harp,” my mom says, “I know I haven’t been a good mother to you …” her voice trails off and she looks down to swipe some tears from her eyes before looking back up at me. “But, I love you and I’m worried about you. You’ve been withdrawn and angry and I didn’t know what to do. I called Catherine and we’ve been meeting to talk about everything and in particular, what we can do to help you right now.”
