The bailiffs were brutal when they came, thrown out of your own business, the locks changed, the contents of the office already loaded into the back of a van even before you could make that final panicked phone call to the bank, not that it would make much difference anyway they could wipe out the office 5 times over and still, it wouldn't come close to clearing your debts. Oh how you wish it hadn't come to this and with nowhere else to go you headed home, assuming you still had one of those to go to being 3 months behind in payments to the building society as well. You could feel it as soon as you stepped through the front door you felt a quietness, a coldness, a sense that something had changed. She had left and taken the kids and dog too, the note on the kitchen counter didn't say much more than that. You stand in the kitchen too exhausted and numb to cry, the doorbell rings through a fog of despair you trudge down the hallway to answer it, two police officers are standing the female officer speaks first, is it ok if we come in, there's something we need to tell you, there's been an accident, it's your parents, I think you better sit down, then you think to yourself at least I don't own Cyberpunk 2077 on ps4.