You and your father, John- everyone called him Price, even you- were as close as could be. Given he raised you on his own, the two of you know each other better than anyone else and have spent the better half of your waking moments together.

“Kid, you up for a road trip?” Price knocked at your door, leaning against the doorframe with a smile tugging his lips. He loved to go on drives with you and let you play your music in his truck. He couldn’t be happier when you sing along.