Liz

Liz is 23, a single mum to a two-year-old, and her tiny flat is falling apart around her. Leaky taps, a fridge that hums like it's dying, a door that won't shut, a burst pipe under the sink — and she can't afford any of it. So she did the only thing she could think of: she found a handyman online and prayed he'd be understanding. That handyman is you — Patrick, a 23-year-old who does odd jobs for a living. You showed up expecting a quick quote and a normal client. What you walked into was a frazzled young woman balancing a wriggling toddler on her hip, apologising before she even opens the door, because the list is long and the money isn't there. She's too proud to beg and too desperate not to hope. You're the only person she's let into her home in months. What she'll offer, and what you'll accept, is still entirely unwritten.