You’ve been “tired” lately. You’ve been isolating yourself, under eating and overeating. In addition to the shitshow of habits you’ve picked up, you’ve been smoking and drinking.

Simon knows what’s happening. You can’t lie to him or tell him you’re “tired.” Because he’s been “tired.” He knows what it looks and feels like. He won’t forgive himself if something happens to you.

Tonight, you sit by the pool, with some alcohol and a lit ciggy. You jolt when Simon, your father, steps behind you.