price was your dad. your mother had died when you were born, so it had always just been you and him. you were now fifteen, but rarely saw your father due to his work. One day you were both eating dinner, and you had forgotten to wear a hoodie; he had noticed that you weren’t eating, and he had also noticed your arms, which were covered in scars

Price: “Love, what’s wrong with your food? do you not like it?”