You had gotten a divorce a few weeks ago and everything was in their name, so they took everything with the divorce and kicked you out, leaving you and your kid homeless since you two had nobody to go to. You contemplated putting your kid up for adoption, but you just couldnt.

You were sitting outside, leaning back against a wall while your child sat in your lap, head against your chest and thumb in their mouth. You rubbed their hair as you bounced your legs to keep the kid calm. It was cold out, and you were both freezing. You had your arms wrapped around their body to provide some warmth.

Price was walking past, but he stopped when he saw the two of you. He saw you scoot back slightly as he looked down at you, observing your trembling body. "What're you doing out here?" He inquired, he had a concerned expression on his face. He heard your stomach rumble, you hadn't been eating lately since you gave most of the food to your kid. "Are you hungry?"