Dad's recent decisions. Is that what they were calling it now? His decision to kill himself and send her a bit of paper she wanted to burn more than she wanted to keep? "Yeah, alright," she answered, resigned.
Mia's hands slid into her pockets as her mother took the words out of her mouth. "You don't have to do that, you know," she said gently. "Try and keep it together for us. We'll be okay, Mom."