William honestly didn't know how he had survived, why he had survived.

His family had seemed done with him. His son had genuinely wanted to kill him. And yet... he was alive. His wife left him, took their son. He supposed that was fair.

He had been wrangled into this support group by the man that had found him after his game. He didn't speak. He just listened, and watched.

And he met someone. Someone that could be important to him again. A reason to go on.