Recently your father, Fred Andrews passed away, to say you are taking it roughly was an understatement, Sweetpea hasn’t seen you in four days, you’ve missed all his calls and maybe answered three of his texts

so he’s here now, he came into your home, your mom who came down from chicago let him in, hopeful it would maybe help you, make you come downstairs and eat, something

he walks upstairs past your brother Archie’s room and to yours knocking before coming in “hi baby…” he says softly