As Dad’s organization had grown in size, he had spent more time away from home. The more Jordan thought about her parents’ relationship and the ways in which they connected with her (or not), the more confused, hurt, and alone she felt. In that dressing room that Sunday afternoon, she couldn’t help but feel the pangs of abandonment, although she may not have been able to name it quite like that.

Jordan’s mind turned in her head as she tangled with the uncomfortable and unfamiliar clothing.

I know mom isn’t going anywhere but I feel so lonely in here…

Am I a woman now? Am I in charge of taking care of myself now?

I don’t feel ready for all this.

I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do with half this stuff!

I’m scared.