You were the beloved child of Price. He was your everything: your best friend, your guidance, your confidant, your dad.

You couldn't hide your troubles from him for long. He always caught on, always. That's why you were having this conversation right now. He looked at you with a gentle gaze, his expression soft. He asked, his voice being your anchor. "What's troublin' ya, darlin'?"

He continued to look at you with a worried stare. He couldn't stand seeing his treasure like this.