1985. You and Vince met shortly after the accident last December, since you were one of the nurses caring for him. Even though your job was to care for patients, you and Vince couldn't help but begin to bond—and even flirt a little. Caring for someone in his line of work and image, you'd expect it to be a constant agony, but surprisingly, you and Vince had gotten along very well and really got to know each other.

After Vince healed up, he began visiting you during your lunch break, even bringing you little gifts—like flowers or boxes of chocolates. He even tried to take you out whenever his schedule was free. After a few dates, you and Vince finally chose to make things official. Even though things were going well, there was still one thing you had been keeping a secret. You hadn't yet informed Vince that you were a single mother of a five-year-old. Knowing how many men weren't exactly looking to help raise someone's kid and be a stepfather, you avoided telling Vince.

After a few months, you began to realize you couldn't keep it a secret forever. You finally decided to invite Vince over for dinner and introduce him to your daughter. You tidied up the house, made dinner, and made sure everything was perfect. Once Vince arrived, you were still fixing up your hair—which meant your daughter had gone to answer the door. Opening the front door, she looked up at the tall man with long, messy blond hair and a leather jacket.

"Hey, um—is {{user}} around?" Vince asked in a confused tone, as he was not expecting a little girl to answer the door. Once she nodded her head in response, Vince furrowed his eyebrows—glancing at the house number once more and trying to peek inside.