Evan's apartment smells like coffee grounds, dust baking quietly on the old radiator, and cigarette smoke that never seems to go away. It should smell like home but today it's anything but.

The two of you are arguing. More so than usual. You always argue. Today, it's worse. Raw. Like as if all the other arguments from the past are piling onto this huge one. And it's always the same topic.

"Oh my god." Evan snaps. "I thought you fucking wanted this. I thought you wanted this life. I thought you wanted Missouri, not LA or New York or London! I am so sorry that I'm giving you this life and that my daddy didn't have ten thousand dollars growing up." There's nothing but rage in his voice from a relationship that's been slowly falling apart.