I’m really afraid that we are going back to what things used to be. My parents off whispering in their room, my mom constantly on the phone with you begging you to tell her the truth—It just seems awfully similar to what happened with Brown. I want to defend you, to know that you are telling the truth, and that if something was seriously wrong you would tell us. But you don’t have the best track record and I’m worried about you. You were doing so well. You seemed so happy and we were all so proud of you. But it just seems in the past two weeks that everything has collapsed. There is too much going on to worry about you, so please, please, please, please just tell me if you need help. We are going to find out eventually, so just learn from the past and tell us now before it is irreparable. I love you to the moon and back and I just wish you knew you could trust me.