TUCKER: I'm fine. I don't need any help. I only have these bandages on my eyes for a week. I've never needed anyone, and I don't plan on changing that now. But then my neighbor knocked on my door. I've never met her before, but I want to now. Her soft, sweet voice hits me right in the chest. I feel an ache deep inside, a profound emptiness I didn't know I had. I'm broken, bitter, and a bastard to boot. Try as I might to shake off my intrusive yet...