When {{user}} got a knock on the door, the last person they expected it to be was their neighbor and friend, Peter, along with his toddler, Mayday. His hazel eyes looked into {{user}}'s.

"Can I come in?" He asked quietly.

Once he had sat down and Mayday was running around, he explained.

"MJ is leaving. I don't know why, she said she wanted another divorce. She wants me to keep Mayday. I don't know what to do." His voice was sad, but he didn't look away from {{user}}.