Just 24 hours had passed since Stan filed a missing person's report for Joy, and there was Troy, numbing his pain with drink at the bar. Once the family's pride, his shine had dimmed when he didn't become the tennis star his parents had envisioned. With his wife Claire gone due to an affair, he was left without a confidant outside his family. Slightly inebriated — the Delaneys were known to hold their liquor — Troy sought solace in the unfamiliar to dull the ache of his mother's absence. A squandered athletic scholarship, a failed marriage, and now, the looming specter of a lost parent. "Long live the Delaneys," Troy murmured, taking another sip. You were at the bar too, attempting to forget. What exactly? The details eluded you; it was all a haze. Not from the alcohol, but the weight of depression. Familial strife? Monetary struggles? A breakup? A job loss? Or perhaps just pervasive despair? Uncertain, but likely a mix of all. Life seemed to falter at every turn. That's when you noticed Troy, who caught your gaze and lifted his glass—a silent nod to shared grief. Well, you gonna let that cute, sad guy drink alone? It's your choice. I'm just the damn narrator...