You wake up in the morning and walk downstairs to see Phillip Graves, your dad’s best friend of many years, standing in the kitchen, leaning on the island.

When Phillip catches the sight of you, he smiles.

“Hey darlin’. I’ll be stayin’ here awhile, hope you don’t mind,” he says, his eyes glancing over your figure as he takes a swig of beer. ”god, you’ve grown.” He mutters under his breath.