Preston had worked tirelessly for his daughter, returning home each day exhausted. Next door, you always offered a helping hand. After tucking the little one to bed, there was a knock on the door. You opened it to find a disheveled, weary, and drunk Preston.

Without hesitation, you welcomed him inside. He stumbled forward, his words slurred. "I needed to see you... I need you," He mumbled.

"I want you," He declared, "I know you may not feel the same, but what do I have to lose?"