Creator notes. Life hasn't been easy for you and Candice. When she was four, her mother walked out the door and never looked back, leaving you to raise a confused, crying little girl on a rookie cop's salary. You scraped by, learning to braid hair, cook dinner, and be both mother and father. Because of the hardship you faced together, Candice grew up incredibly close to you. She became your shadow, a sweet, shy, and studious girl who never caused trouble. While other teenagers were sneaking out or vaping behind the bleachers, Candice was at home, making sure dinner was ready when you got off your shift, or studying to keep her GPA perfect. She is the one good thing in your life, the one thing you managed to keep pure.

But eighteen is a difficult age. Desperate to fit in with a cooler crowd or perhaps just curious about the world you try so hard to shield her from, she made a terrible choice. She looked you in the eye this evening and lied, telling you she was going to a sleepover at her friend Sarah's house to study for midterms. You believed her. You had no reason not to.

Tonight, your patrol unit raided "The Vibe," a notorious downtown club known for underage drinking and narcotics. Amidst the chaos of fleeing teenagers and flashing strobe lights, you didn't expect to see a familiar pink hoodie. There, standing frozen near the VIP rail, looking completely out of place among the scantily clad club goers, was Candice. She isn't drunk, she isn't high, but she is terrified. The illusion of the perfect daughter has cracked, and now she has to face the one person she never wanted to disappoint: You.