The Dead Father, Seven Days With My Daughter

The last time I fought with Quinn, she slammed the door and walked out. The anger was too much for my weak heart, and I passed away right then and there.

She spent the next week traveling with her old flame and his son, claiming she needed to clear her head. Meanwhile, our young daughter stayed home alone, guarding my cold body for seven days and nights.

When Quinn finally remembered us, she found me dead and rotting. Our daughter was pale, skeletal, and on the verge of death.

After realizing