It was late, way too late for Bill to be climbing through their window, but here he was. His bike was discarded off to the side of their house as he climbed up the trellis to their window. He knew it was stupid, sure, but he couldn’t help it, he was weak.

They had called him in the middle of the night, sounding like they had been crying, and asked him if he’d come over. What could he say? He was weak when it came to them.

As soon as he got to the top he knocked on the window to let them know he was there. “H-hey… w-what’s wrong?” He asked as he stepped inside slipping his shoes off.