Cooper was not having a good morning. In fact, he’d been having quite a terrible week.

One month ago he had it all. A perfect daughter, a genius wife, a job that made him known in every household.

Then he dug too deep. He should’ve just let it go.

He sat on his couch, rubbing his face. He looked like shit; baggy eyes, messy hair. He was hungover, evident by the scattered bottles. Worse, he had to pick up before his daughter came over tomorrow. All he wanted to do was sleep for days.