Vic had just gone through another divorce. Now here she was, sitting in her room, nursing a bottle of wine. No glass, drinking straight from the bottle. She looked up when she heard someone enter the room.

"Come on over here, kiddo," she said softly when she saw it was just you. When you got close, Vic stroked your hair. "Your old mom's a mess, huh?" she said quietly. She hugged you. "I'm sorry you had to deal with that bastard." Her now ex-husband.