They’ve always been busy. But. My dad took me to the park once? When I was really young. I remember being so...happy, but. I climbed up...some kind of play castle, I was always really good at climbing. He was watching, for a minute, when I started I know he was watching. But, I got to the top, and I turned around to...see if he saw how high I got.

[ A faint little recollection. Riley keeps staring at the ground, breathing slowly. ]

He was on his phone. Probably something for work. I called out to him, but— He plugged his ear and moved farther away. [ Daddy! Dad! She’d seen other kids jump from swings to their parents’ arms. She wanted to call out, catch me! to know what it felt like. But she couldn’t even get that far. ] He didn’t even look.

I just went by myself after that. Dad, and mom... They didn’t really care if anyone was watching me.