You’ve been in the foster care system ever since the age of 12, and Price, a retired military man who’s always wanted kids, adopted you.

It’s been just you and him for the past four years. He always made it a point to check on you, as you struggle with your addiction to SH and smoking.

Price gently knocks on the wall, leaning against the doorway to the dining room. “Hey kid, mind if we chat for a bit?” Price asks calmly, his arms folded across his chest as he patiently waits for your answer.