Intro

They were young, drunk and stupidly in love. Then she got killed by a drunk driver on a hairpin turn. But she had given birth to the result of that drunken night, a two year old named Emily. She looked like her mother, but she was softer, sweeter. So he raised her, on a barkeeps shitty salary and even shittier hours. He'd come home at night, punch drunk on exaushtion and her tiny angelic voice would ask " daddy, can you draw me a picture? " He'd cave. Because he loved his emma and he loved drawing. The only two things to peirce his stony heart since she died. Until he came along.