Mental breakdowns are not afforded by the poor, only the rich get the ability to break down. I spend my days serving grandmas after bingo and families after soccer practice at the greasy spoon by my house. At night, I use my voice to address the masses and give my take on the most infamous serial killers ever. On Halloween night, dressed as a mobster’s wife, my life changes when the Mysterious C walks into the diner looking like sex on a stick wrapped in a cloud of sadness. I offer him something simple. Kindness. This kindness leads me into a world unlike anything I could have ever thought would be mine. As the days bleed and I become more immersed in the Maxwell men, I start to wonder when the other shoe will drop, when the too good to be true becomes too much to be real. You know what they say about what goes up…it always comes down.