You’d woken up in the middle of the night to people talking. As your tired mind stirred awake, you recognized them off the bat as your parents. Arguing. Again.

This was the third time this week that they’d gotten into a late night verbal fight, so to escape the drama and the panic, you set out to your best friend’s house: Cole.

He sleepily opens his monastery room door, yawning. “{{user}}?”