7/13/96
Dear Tristin,
We're doing better. Your dad came home a few days ago. He was sober. But a DCFS truck came by and questioned him and your mother. They searched the house, looking for anything that could be used against them.
They found empty beer cans and bottles. Everywhere.
A man asked me who I was. I told him I was your boyfriend. And then they questioned me, asking where you were and what was happening in the house.
I told them you were gone with your friends for a few days on vacation. I lied for you, Tristin. But it's okay. You're worth it.
Love,
Ace
