The next morning, before Carlisle left for his shift at the hospital, we decided that over breakfast we were going to tell Alice about the move to Biloxi. I cooked her favorite- blueberry pancakes. Carlisle and I were fully dressed and ready by the time Alice dragged herself out of her room wearing a pair of Mario boxers and an oversized grey t-shirt. She took one look at the table and demanded "What's the bad news?"
I giggled, "Am I really getting that predictable?"
"You passed predictable about 5 years ago, Honey" said Carlisle. This made a hint of a smile cross Alice's face.
She sighed and sat down. "Just tell me" she said, reaching for the pitcher of syrup.
I looked at Carlisle silently saying for him to break the news.
He cleared his throat and said, "We're moving again Alice. I know we only moved a few months ago but there's this great help centre for teens, the best in the country actually. If they can't help you I don't know who can."
For a while Alice just sat there chewing the piece of pancake that was in here mouth. Once she swallowed she simply said, "I don't really care anymore. Move us to China if you want, throw me in the loonie bin, I just wanna get better."
"You will get better" I said. "But once we find the right treatment for you its gonna take time and dedication to work."
"I know, you've told me that before. I'm gonna go get dressed so you can send me to therapy already."
Alice got up and went to her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. "She's giving up" I whispered.