The car ride home the next day was very quiet. Sara leaned back quietly in the backseat of Jesse and Becky's convertible and stared at the passing trees. Jesse and Becky had arrived earlier that morning to sign Sara out of the hospital and they noticed the color had returned to her cheeks. The I.V. had restored Sara to a higher level of health, but Dr. Evans told Sara before she left with the Katsoppolus' that if she didn't start eating again, she could be in a worse situation next time. Privately, Dr. Evans again recommended a psychologist, and Jesse and Becky assured her they had already set up an appointment. They weren't sure how Sara was going to react when she found out they were making her go to a psychologist, but they knew she needed help; help that Sara wouldn't let them give her at the moment.

Jesse and Becky also noticed when Sara had changed to go home that she had put her numerous bracelets on her wrist again. Jesse and Becky both feared the conversation they had planned to have with their new teenage daughter about the cuts. They had stayed up half the night worrying about Sara and how things would be when they brought her home. They weren't surprised, when they picked her up from the hospital, that she was evasive with them. She didn't say much and that continued on the drive home. She was annoyed when Jesse and Becky wanted her to eat some breakfast, but the doctors had already forced oatmeal on her before Jesse and Becky had even arrived. They weren't sure whether or not they should believe her, but when Jesse checked the hospital bill later, he saw that she was right.

When they arrived home, Jesse led the way up to the attic and Becky followed Sara close behind. Sara felt as though they were keeping a close watch on her, which irritated her deeply, but she was feeling more and more nervous as they reached the attic. She knew they wanted to talk to her, and she didn't know what they wanted to talk about, but she had a feeling it had to do with the previous night when she passed out. All she wanted to do was find Stephanie and hang out with her, to forget about the previous night.

"Sara, we need to talk. Why don't we sit down." Becky said calmly as she motioned toward the couch. Jesse and Becky sat on the couch, leaving a space for Sara, but Sara, feeling uncomfortable, sat cross-legged on the floor opposite the coffee table, facing Jesse and Becky. She didn't want to sit next to either of them. She sighed silently as Jesse and Becky looked at each other, as if prompting the other to begin.

"Well Sara, are you feeling better?" Becky asked worriedly. Sara nodded slowly.

"Are you going to start eating again?" Jesse asked. Sara nodded again.

"You gave us a real scare last night honey." Becky said and was surprised when she heard Sara's meek voice reply.

"I'm sorry." She said quietly.

"You have nothing to be sorry for Sara; we're just worried about you. I was really scared when I walked into your bedroom and saw you lying on the floor. We're just both really glad you're alright." Becky replied honestly. For a brief moment, Sara believed her and could feel the concern in Becky's voice. She heard a little voice inside her head. Maybe she does care about you. Maybe they both do. That thought was soon overruled by the constant thoughts that always swarmed her head. Of course they don't care. They'll hurt you just like mom and dad did. Sara sighed.

"That's right, but we don't want this to happen again, so you have to promise us you'll start eating regularly again. Trust me; Danny's a pretty good cook. Except for his meatloaf, and don't feel bad if you don't eat that; none of us do." Jesse cracked a grin and saw that Sara was smiling a little, but it only lasted a few seconds. Silence followed, and Sara thought maybe the talk was over, and felt happy that in a few seconds, she could find Stephanie and feel like herself.

"Sara, there's something else we need to talk to you about." Becky said quietly, and all of Sara's hopes of escaping were deflated. Sara waited, wondering what this would be about. Maybe they'll send me back! She thought hopefully but knew better. Adoption didn't work like that.

"Dr. Evans told us something last night at the hospital. She told us she saw something while you were in the hospital. Sara, we don't want to pry, but we need to know what's going on. We want to help you, and we want to know why you're cutting yourself." Becky said carefully. Sara felt her stomach jolt, not fully expecting this to be the next topic of conversation. She didn't know what to say. Should I lie? Should I tell them the truth? I only did it once. It was a mistake.

"It was a mistake." Sara verbalized her thoughts, not exactly sure what she meant by saying it.

"What was a mistake?" Jesse asked, feeling like they were getting more progress, but Sara didn't respond to this question.

"Sara, Dr. Evans said she saw cuts on your wrist. We wondered why we hadn't noticed, but we realized you're hiding them under all those bracelets. Sara, why are you cutting yourself?" Becky asked again, sensing that Sara was very uncomfortable in this situation, but Becky wasn't going to let this go, not when they were this close.

"I'm not cutting myself." Sara said defensively, as she played with her bracelets. Jesse leaned forward and put his hands on his knees.

"Listen Sara, you don't have to lie to us. You can tell us the truth." He said. Sara looked up and narrowed her eyes.

"I am telling you the truth! I only cut myself once, and that doesn't make me a cutter!" She yelled, and immediately clasped her hand over her mouth. What would Ms. Morrison think if I was yelling at these people? I promised her I'd be good.

"I'm sorry." She apologized immediately.

"No, it's okay. We're glad you're being honest. Well, I'm glad it was only once, but how do you know you won't do it again?" Becky asked. Sara seemed to think about it, and then looked up at Becky.

"I…I didn't like it. It hurt, so I won't do it again." She said honestly, sighing deeply, exhausted by this conversation. Never had she sat through such a long conversation with adults, especially talking about stuff that made her terribly uncomfortable. Jesse and Becky seemed satisfied.

"Well I'm glad Sara. We don't want you to hurt yourself, and I don't want you to be depressed about being here. We don't want to hurt you. We want to show you a meaningful experience." Jesse said as Sara nodded slowly. Becky feared the next part of the conversation, but blurted it out anyway.

"Sara, Jesse and I have been talking and Ms. Morrison also thinks it's a good idea. We've set up an appointment for you to see a counselor. It will give you someone to talk to. I hope that's okay with you." Becky truly expected Sara to get defensive again, or insulted, but Sara only nodded again.

"Okay." She said. She was too exhausted to argue, and besides, she reasoned maybe she could use a little bit of help. She knew how much she hated talking to adults, but she put things into perspective. She had cut her wrist and starved herself as a result of the stress of being adopted. Maybe she needed to talk about that.

"Okay Sara, we're done. You can do whatever you want now. If you want to meet Stephanie, or play with the twins, or hang out in your room, or you're welcome to hang out with us too. Just remember, this is your house now. Make yourself at home and be comfortable." Jesse said with a smile.

"Oh and Sara, just remember, if you ever need someone to talk to, we're here for you okay? We don't want to hurt you." Becky was beginning to wonder if she and Jesse were becoming redundant with telling Sara this, but it was important to them that she knew that. Especially coming from the background she had endured.

Sara shyly shrugged her shoulders and asked if she could hang out with Stephanie.

"Of course you can. You can do whatever you want. Just make sure you get some lunch okay?" Becky asked.

"Here, why don't I give you ten bucks and you and Steph can go get some fast food for lunch, okay?" Jesse reached into his pocket and handed Sara a ten-dollar bill. Sara's eyes widened as she took the money.

"Are you sure?" She asked. Jesse nodded.

"Yeah, it's no big deal." He replied. Sara smiled.

"Thank you." She said quietly and she left the attic to find Stephanie. Jesse and Becky both sighed.

"She's a good kid. I really think things will turn out okay." Jesse said as he leaned back. Becky leaned against her husband.

"I just hope she opens up to us soon. I really want to help her." She replied.

"She will. I think we made amazing progress just today. I think it will get better." Jesse kissed his wife. "We just have to be patient."