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Goldie didn't get attached. How could she? She was Goldie o'Gilt! She refused to get attached to anyone, so why was she driving to her ex partner's house just for some kid?
Louie and Goldie had a history. A good one? Not necessarily, but they found comfort in eachother. At first, neither of them got too close, afraid of getting caught, as they'd say, but... That all changed one night. Goldie received a call from Louie in the middle of the night. She was drinking wine, sat on her couch, and couldn't care less about who was on the other end of her phone. After a few rings, she picked up. Then, she finally noticed it was Louie.
The kid was crying. Softly, but crying nonetheless. Turns out he called her to ask for help. Help from her, the woman who had essencially robbed him, conned him.. Why? Was all she could ask. But then she understood. The kid was suicidal. He called her. He was bleeding out, but he couldn't call anyone from his family, scared of what they'd do. That was the first time, but it certaintly wouldn't be the last. At least twice a month she had to go help the kid. She eventually realized that all the kid wanted was feel like he belonged. So she took that into her responsability. Eventually, Louie's mental health got better and better. He was already clean for 2 months. She was proud. She loved to sleep at night without worrying if her honorary nephew would be dead in the morning.