Mr. Johnson wrapped his arm around Emily, and she nestled against him like a child on the couch. After a brief silence, she spoke with a blend of determination and uncertainty, "Dad, I want to visit Julian sometime this week."
Mr. Johnson's brow furrowed hearing that.
"I just want to make sure he's okay and get the help that he needs," she continued, her gaze fixed on the flickering flames of the fireplace.
"Help?" Mr. Johnson asked, his concern growing.
"Yeah, like from a psychiatrist," Emily clarified, her tone firm yet uncertain. Mr. Johnson nodded, his face a mask of contemplation, but he remained silent.
Emily took a deep breath before adding, "I'll let Alex know before I go." There was an uneasy pause in her voice as she spoke.
