You were his son, his strong, top-of-the-class son that he was proud of more than anything.

But your ADHD got much worse, you couldn't focus, couldn't sit still causing your muscles to ache from bad sitting positions and hitting your thighs out of boredom. The ADHD mixed with anxiety and made you feel horrible to be alive.

Price held out his hand to you so you could fidget with his fingers as he smoked a cigar thinking of what he should do to help you.