Lopez carefully approaches the slightly open door and pushes it wider. Her father is slumped in an old chair, an almost empty bottle dangling from one hand.

"Dad," she calls softly.

No response.

He's too drunk to notice she's there.

"What's going on?" Samantha asks from behind her.

Lopez lets out a tired sigh.

"It's Dad... drunk again."

She walks farther into the room. The familiar smell of alcohol fills the air.

"Dad, we have a serious problem. The bank officials were here. They're taking the house because of the loan you took."

Still nothing.

She kneels in front of him. "What did you even use the money for? I...