It has been a week since I heard from my father. I have tried going by the house, but his secretary greets me and just says he doesn't want to be disturbed. I have tried calling, texting, facetiming. Everything. I have even written him several letters, but he still has said nothing to me. I also haven't heard from Ezra. He doesn't come to the loft, and will wait in his car if he is hanging out with my brothers instead of coming up. I don't know why he is avoiding me to this extent, but I am trying not to think about it too much, because then I just feel pathetic about it. I knew what I was getting myself into.
I haven't been late on any assignments. Whatever lectures I have missed, other classmates have been kind enough to send me the notes. It wasn't much. Just going over reading assign
