My hunger for books is unceasing, however, I can't always find the right book for my appetite. And sometimes that leads me to write. If you want something done right do it yourself. My writing isn't professional, by any means, but I enjoy doing it and sharing.
Everything is fine, not perfect, that'd be creepy, but it's fine. Because she knows her parents would never do that to her. So why does she feel like she is picking up on a trail?