Their dad had taught her to drive (and hadn't she ended up with a lot of practise at that?).

Now she was teaching Andy.

It felt weird.

They had always thought their dad would do that.

She went through the motions with him, directing him.

They didn't talk about how strange it felt.

Later, he joined her as she sat with her diary on her lap by the lake.

"Hey."

"Hey yourself."

He sat down beside her, resting his elbows on his knees. "Do you- Do you think they're still alive? Mom and dad I mean?"

She sighed heavily. "I don't know."

He pointed at her diary. "You still write that."

She brushed her fingers over the cover. "Yeah."

He sat with her until the sun went down.