The man who has been more of a dad to me than my biological father is dead.He rescued me from the streets six years ago - a runaway teenage boy, escaping a family who thought I was an abomination.Now what do I do? I have no one.My life might look great from the outside. I'm in college. I have my own apartment. I have lots of friends.But I'm dying on the inside.I feel so alone. Lost. Hopeless.I'm not the kind of person to wallow in self-pity. I need a distraction.The guy moving into Unit A may be just what I need to take my mind off of losing my dad.