Lena was sitting in her office when she heard a light tap on her door. Callie walked into the room, seeming a bit nervous. "Hi Mama, are you busy?"

"Not right now. Have a seat. What's going on, Cal?"

Callie slowly sat down on the couch before Lena joined her.

"Mom said you wanted to talk to me during lunch? Am I in trouble?"

"No, not at all. I just want to talk to you."

"Okay. What's up?"

"Has Mariana been acting different lately? I know that you both only spend time with each other at home, but you share a room so I thought you might know something."

"Well, um, she's been waking up before I do. She's skipped English class a few times, but that's about it, I guess."

Callie was tapping her fingers on her leg while her leg was shaking.

"Callie, is there anything else you want to tell me, sweetheart?"

"No, that's it, I guess."

"Okay, that's alright. I have to finish filing paperwork, so why don't you head back to lunch and I will see you after school?"

"Okay. Bye mama. Love you."

"Love you too, sweetheart."

Once Callie left her office, she walked back to her desk and plopped down in her seat. Well, that wasn't very helpful. What am I supposed to do now?


Emma was at her locker when she saw Mariana walking to the courtyard. "Hey, Mariana, wait up!" She shut her locker as fast as she could before she started half-running to catch up. Mariana stopped in her tracks. "Why? So you can accuse me of something again? What? Your wallet went missing so, of course crazy Mariana took it!"

"Mariana, that's not-"

"Look, I don't want to hear it!"

And with that, Mariana left Emma standing there, mouth left agape.


Stef was in the kitchen when Mariana stormed through the front door and slammed it behind her.

"Hey, anyone home?"

Mariana ran up the stairs before Stef could see who slammed the door. She ran to her room, slammed her and Callie's door and plopped down on her bed. "Callie? Mariana?" Stef called, but the only response she received was a muffled scream. Slowly walking up the stairs, she tried to decipher which daughter came through the house. She lightly tapped the door. "Go away!"

"Mariana, what's wrong, sweets?"

"Just go away!"

Stef slightly twisted the doorknob, revealing that the door was unlocked. She walked over to the bed and sat next to her daughter's blanket heap that covered her. "Hey, what happened today?"

"I don't want to talk about it, okay?"

"Alright. Dinner will be ready in a few hours, so get your homework done before then, got it?"

"Yeah, yeah, got it."

Stef got up from the bed to go back to her case files downstairs. What is going on with my daughter?