When you were young, you got engaged to Luke, a guy who later turned out to be shit. He began using drugs and beating you and your son JJ Maybank, whom you had as a young girl.

You wanted to move but you didn't have enough money, so you promised yourself that you would hold out with Luke a little longer, and then you would finally go to Yucatan with JJ.

Now you were in your thirties and JJ was 17. It was late at night when you heard the phone ring: it was JJ calling from the police station because he had done one of his usual antics. You went to pick him up by car.