She stood outside the rusting trailer, wondering if she came to the right place. She looked around thinking surely my father doesn't live here. She sighed, then took a deep breath which filled her lungs with the stale scent of gasoline. She looked down at the crumpled note in her hand it read: Zancudo Avenue, Sandy Shores , Blaine County. T lives here. If he isn't in his "home" call me. (be careful)-Micheal. She placed the note in her in the back pocket of her jeans. "There's no turning back now..." she whispered to herself. She took a deep breath and knocked onto the cold metal door. It was silent for about a minute. She began to worry and think it was all a stupid idea. She looked down at the floor, fiddling with her hair trying to look neat. She heard footsteps nearing the door. "WHO IS IT?!" shouted the voice from inside. She opened her mouth but no sound came out. "Look, if you wanna kill me, go wait in the queue with the rest of the pricks." She just stood there. "Come on then. Speak!" She hesitated, "It's Tami! Tami-Lynn." she replied. "Hold on..." Trevor opened the door and stared at the teenager at his door. "Tami..." They both looked into each others orange eyes. "Dad..." She abruptly dropped her bag and ran into his arms, her eyes filling with tears. She wept onto his shoulder saying, "I-I sorry I left Dad. I love you." He paused and looked down at his daughter. "It's ok, kid." "Are you sure?" she whispered. "Yes, kid. You wanna know why it's ok?" She nodded. "Because I love you." -END OF THIS CHAPTER-