She gets out of the shower, and dries off. She pulls on her clothes, and brushes her teeth, and her hair. She doesn't bother to dry her hair. She exits the bathroom and finds Kathryn sitting on the end of her bed.
"Why are you still in here?" Daphne wonders.
"Sit down," Kathryn points to the spot on the bed, next to her.
Daphne reluctantly takes a seat on the edge of the bed next to Kathryn.
"What?"
"I know that Wilke was a friend, but you hadn't seen him in a while."
"You're wondering why I'm so upset?" Daphne guesses.
"Yes," Kathryn confirms.
"Did you ever date someone who was wrong for you in almost every way?"
"Probably."
"Someone who you can't help but think would be the right person for you, if you just waited a few years, and gave each other some time to grow?"
"You think he was the right person for you?"
Daphne shrugs, "Maybe. I guess now I'll never know."
"Daphne I am sorry that this happened."
"Please don't turn this into a speech about how everything happens for a reason."
"Everything does happen for a reason."
Daphne shakes her head, "Give me one good reason that he was killed in a car accident leaving our house?"
Kathryn looks at her daughter's facial expression, and makes a sudden realization. "You think that this is your fault?"
"He was leaving our house," Daphne points out.
"That doesn't make it your fault."
"If he hadn't been leaving our house he would probably still be alive."
"Daphne you don't know that."
"I just wish that he hadn't come here."
"Daphne I am so sorry," she moves in for a hug.
Daphne pushes her away, "Please don't. I just want to be left alone right now," she argues.
"Daphne that is the worst thing you can do right now. You can't hide from everyone because you're hurt, and angry. It isn't healthy to lock yourself in here. You know that."
"You and John are ridiculous. Why do you always try to fix things? Sometimes there is nothing you can do. You can't fix this. Don't you see that? There is no fixing this. There is no bringing someone back from the dead."
"You're angry, and I understand that. You have every right to be angry, but you do not need to take it out on me. I didn't do anything."
"Please go. I don't want to talk about this anymore."
Kathryn nods, and vacates her seat on the bed, "Fine," she leaves the room, and closes the door behind her.
She heads down the stairs, and finds John in his office. He stares blankly at a stack of papers. She stops in front of the desk.
"How's it going?"
He shakes his head, "Nowhere fast."
"You want to take a break?"
He looks up from his bill, "What's on your mind?"
She takes a seat in the chair across the desk from him. "I'm worried about Daphne."
"How did it go up there?"
"She is really angry," Kathryn admits.
"She just needs some time."
"John she is really upset about this."
"He was her friend. Didn't they even date for a while?"
"Yeah."
"Why do you sound so surprised that she is upset?"
"I am not surprised that she is upset. I am just surprised that she is this upset."
"She is entitled to her feelings."
"She got mad at me, and asked why we always try to fix things."
"It is our desire as parents to fix whatever is wrong with our children."
"She doesn't see it that way."
"Kathryn she will come around."
"I am used to that kind of anger from Bay, but not from Daphne."
"Maybe you should just take a step back," he suggests.
"I don't know how to do that."
"Kathryn you are going to smother her."
"How else am I going to put out that fire?"
"Let her do it on her own."
"What if she can't?"
"She will ask for help."
"And if she doesn't?"
"We will worry about it if, and when it happens."
"Ok," she agrees.
Bay stands in the doorway of Daphne's room. Daphne lies on her bed, facing the door.
"Can I come in?" she questions.
Daphne sits up on the side of the bed.
"If you want to," she agrees.
"Are you ok?"
"No," she shakes her head.
"You want to talk about it?"
"Definitely not."
"We should do something."
"Like what?"
"Whatever you want."
"I just want to lay here."
"We should do something in Wilke's memory. Maybe that would make you feel better."
"Like what?"
She shrugs, "I've got a few ideas."
Half an hour later Daphne stands in a junkyard, next to Bay. The owner looks at the girls. He shakes his head.
"You want to do what to this car?"
"Light it on fire," Bay repeats.