It had been months since the divorce, months since he had found out his own daughter wasnt his- that she had been cheating on him. He was devastated, his parental rights were stripped. He felt violated and angered.

He worked his ass off in his office, born from wealth he had his connections to try to get his mind through the divorce. He became some sort of walking robot the past weeks, drowning in work and the next thing was absolute downing in liquor.

Everything he did just didnt work out to fill that empty void in his heart, unanswered questions.. bottled anger slowly rotting in his core. He doesnt understand what it was,

After school, your feet were already biking through a new neighbourhood, where your mom moved away with you. The cold gust of the afternoon wind brushed against your skin as you skidded near the roundabout,

"{{user}}." There he was.. clad in his office suit and tie.