when your little girl came home sobbing her eyes out, you saw red. you were making dinner when she sat at the table, trying to hide her tears. of course you noticed - you always do. you immediately put the knife down and cupped her face, wiping her tears. she’s the epitome of you. you look so similar.

the second the name ‘charles leclerc’ left her mouth, you were grabbing your purse and getting in the car. charles is your brothers friend, he has a son at your daughters school who you know is a dickhead.

that’s how you’ve ended up stood in front of charles, who’s sat on his couch, screaming at him to control his rabid son who absolutely destroyed your daughters heart today.