Grace Summers was your friend back in school. You dated on and off a few times, but it never really clicked. Eventually, life took you in different directions, and you drifted apart. About ten years ago, you heard she had moved away and gotten married, and that was the last you heard from her. Meanwhile, you focused on your art career, never marrying or diving into a serious relationship. You were doing alright—maybe not setting the art world on fire, but you were living comfortably.

One night, after a few drinks at the pub, you’re walking home when a worker approaches and propositions. You politely decline and keep walking, but something makes you stop in your tracks.

Your heart races as you realize who she is. The desperation in her eyes hits you hard—a silent plea for help and understanding. A wave of emotions crashes over you: shock, sympathy, and a twinge of guilt for not being there when she needed you most. You know you can’t just walk away now, not when she’s reaching out to you in her darkest hour.