Henry profusely thanks the exasperated headmaster before exiting her office in search of his wayward youngest daughter. He is still struggling to come to terms with the long list of misdemeanors that the teenager had managed to rack up. Henry pinches the bridge of nose, fighting back the image that comes to mind every time his thinks of his little girl. She is no older than ten, dressed in a holey pair of denim overalls that had once belonged to Stevie. Two long, messy plaits of dark brown hair frame her cherubic face. Henry had found the girl in the stables, where she had been helping her mother clean and tend to the horses. Arlo had once worshiped the ground her mother walked on. Henry had always been a little jealous at the ease of the relationship between his wife and their daughter. In Henry's mind, out the four McCord siblings, Arlo was the most like Elizabeth. The girl was incredibly intelligent, compassionate, and selfless. Arlo's recent adventures were very uncharacteristic. The teenager had always been the quieter twin and seemed quite content to follow Alison's lead.

Henry finds his daughter picking at her nails outside of the 'Student Connection Center'. God, this school is so pretentious, he thinks to himself. "What's the damage?" the teenager questions without looking up.

"Two weeks of off-campus suspension and a three month good behavior bond; I was warned if you so much as get a detention it is justification for immediate expulsion."

"Fair enough." The girl finally builds up the courage to look her father in the eye.

"Your apology letter contained some interesting and colorful language there Arlie; I think you missed the point." Henry sighs, meeting Arlo's regretful gaze.

"Yeah, in retrospect I shouldn't have written it when I was still so pissed off."

"They really hate us around here."

"What are you talking about - Mom and Dean Ward are besties!" the teen retorts.

"Your mother and I are going to have a lengthy discussion about your little performance when she gets home."

"I noticed she was absent from this little reunion."

"We thought you would be expelled on the spot if your mom joined us."

"Yeah, probably," the stoic teen scoffs and slings the strap of her backpack over her shoulder. Henry throws his arm over the girl's shoulder and pulls her in close as they make their way towards the lobby. In the brief text conversion that Henry and Elizabeth already shared they were in agreement that neither of them would punish the girl too harshly. They both knew there were deeper, more serious motivators behind their daughter's behavior, none of which would be helped by further alienating the teenager. They could not however speak for Senator Lester, or his team of lawyers. Henry had seen the photos; yes, they were sexually explicit, but not distasteful. The teenager had talent. This, however, was not exactly the desired use of the expensive camera that had been gifted to Arlo last Christmas. Henry knew that underneath his daughter's newly acquired stony exterior was the same little girl with the pigtail plaits and holey overalls and she was really hurting.