**Samantha**
I wandered into the living room, still in disbelief that my dad is actually in rehab. After living so long with him as an alcoholic, the news is just numbing to me. I don’t want to get my hopes up.
“That plant interesting or something?” I heard from behind me.
I turned to see Aiden standing in the room with me. I hadn’t even realized I was looking at a potted plant; in fact, I didn’t remember a plant being in this room at all.
“Has this always been here?” I asked Aiden.
He came closer and wrapped his arms around me. “No idea. Stuff gets changed a lot in this house,” he said.
“My dad is in rehab,” I told him mindlessly.
“Yeah, that’s bothering you?” he asked.
“No, it’s just… I can’t explain it. For years, I wanted him sober, and finally, he is. I guess I just don’t unde
