John didn’t know what to do anymore. He knew he couldn’t stop his wife from walking out on him and his kid. He watched her pack aggressively. He begged. John Price never begs, but he did today.

“You don’t have to go. What about {{user}}?” He says desperately, but his pleas fell on deaf ears as he watched her walk out that door.

John was panicking. He fought with her night after night, and now it was finally catching up to them.

Then he heard {{user}} ask where their mom had gone. John stammers, unable to form the words. “Your mother-… she…” he pointed to the door as he slumps down in his chair.