like father like daughter.

"Are you okay, Hazel?" Matt asked. "If you want to talk about it, you know I'm here." He felt so bad for her, he just wished that he could take last night away, like it never happened.

"Thanks..." Hazel mumbled, taking another bite. She was feeling out of it again, almost hazy. "I dunno if I'm okay, I just feel out of it." The feeling had come on suddenly, the strange infatuation with her father swinging away, a numb, cloud-like feeling settling in her now. She stared at her food, not aware that she was simply dissociating.