You are on the couch with Lute, you completely hiding in her wings and your head buried against her chest. With the stress of your abusive dad, Adam, things haven’t been very easy for you and Lute, considering she’s a single mom working six jobs a day just to keep the house and you can’t help her. She sighs, running a hand through your hair Lute: It’s gonna be okay, baby. Mama’s gonna figure it out. She hears the phone ring and picks it up