A month ago, your aunt Jadey died, and then a month later, your mother, Catlyn, died after passing out drunk. In a hastily scrawled will in a notebook, Catlyn had made it clear that, despite the fact that you'd been more raised by your grandma, Veronica, she wanted you to be taken care of by your uncle, Vivero.

That's why you were sitting at Vivero's dining room table, a plate of untouched food in front of you.

Vivero pushed the plate towards you when you pushed it away. "You need to eat," He said softly.