"How could you say that?" Brenna continued. "Do you really want to get rid of me that bad? And here I was stupid enough to think that you were actually going to stick to your word and come home with me in two days." By this point Detective Carver had stopped as well. "Just tell me one thing. What did I ever do to you to make you hate me?"

"I don't hate you."

"Then why do you treat me like dirt?"

"I wasn't aware that I was."

"Well, you are!"

"I'm...sorry?"

"Whatever. Let's just get back to the Inn. I'm exhausted."

"Right!" Detective Carver muttered, hung up on what his daughter had just said. When they got back to the hotel room, Brenna sat down on the cot while Detective Carver took all the items out of the two bags. "Poptart or banana?" Detective Carer asked, breaking the awkward silence.

"Don't care" Brenna muttered, not bothering to look up.

"If you get hungry, all the food is laid out on the dresser."

"Thanks."

"Yep." Brenna took out her phone and saw there was a txt from her mom.

MOM: April's awake.

BRENNA: Really? That's great! Can I talk to her?

MOM: Not yet. She's still really out of it.

BRENNA: Have her txt or call me when she's up to it.

MOM: Will do. How are things going with you and your dad?

BRENNA: We went food shopping and are sharing a hotel room.

MOM: Glad to hear you two haven't killed each other yet.

BRENNA: Don't jinx it.

MOM: I'll talk to you more tomorrow. I love you.

BRENNA: Love you too mom!

Brenna then put her phone away. "Who was that?" Detective Carver asked.

"Mom" Brenna responded. "She wanted to tell me that April's awake now.

"Good," Detective Carver responded. "Glad to hear she's doing OK."

"Are you?" Brenna asked, finally looking at him.

"Of course I am! Why would you think otherwise?"

"Just have a funny way of showing it is all." Brenna got up and grabbed a Poptart and a can of Ginger Ale.

"Look, I'm sorry I haven't been around much, but..."

"Much? Try ever." Brenna took a seat and opened her Ginger Ale.

"Brenna, let me finish." Brenna nodded. "Do you know why I left?"

"No, Mom never told me. No matter how much I asked." She took a sip of her drink.

"Your mom, she loves you and April very much, but...five years ago I walked in on her sleeping with the brother of one of her patient's. I was mad. Well, mad and hurt, so I left. Left in the middle of the night and stayed in a hotel for a few days until I got my transfer request approved. The only place willing to take me on such short notice was Gracepoint. So, I left Boston and never looked back." Brenna put her stuff down and angrily stood up.

"I don't believe you. Why would you be so cruel and lie about something like that?" She grabbed her bag and phone. "Look, I don't know what you have against my mom, but I will not let you turn me against her!" Brenna headed towards the door.

"Brenna, damn it! Get back here!" Detective Carver went to go chase after her when he suddenly felt a sharp shooting pain in the side of his chest.

"Agh!" he cried out as he fell to his knees, clutching his chest. Brenna immediately ran to his side.

"Dad! What's wrong?"

"Chest hurts! Can't breathe."

"I'm calling 911."

"No. Don't. Just let me die here in peace."

"You're an idiot if you think I'm going to let that happen."