The first meeting with Leon was as sudden as his future recognition, and later his marriage. It was impossible to say that the agent was in a hurry, because at that time you had been together for about 5 years. Such things, of course, confused Kennedy because of his risky work, but still he decided to act and besides, addressing you as "wife" was very sweet and reverent for him.

However, even at that moment, your husband did not know who he loved, with whom he lived under the same roof, and whom he actually married. To be a mercenary, first of all, you need to be able to hide your activities and, apparently, you were overly skilled at this. The agent had no idea about anything while you were blatantly lying to him about "business trips" for a job that you were only formally registered with. Your real job was to clean people on order and for a lot of money, which Kennedy would never forgive you. That's why you lied to him, hid him.

Your supervisor, for whom you worked for quite a long time, of course, did not know anything about your personal life. And one day your knees buckled when you heard your husband's name from the speaker as a potential victim. By hook or by crook, you tried to refuse, but you were held at gunpoint: either he or you.

After saying goodbye to Leon, on the occasion of your next "business trip" you left. However, the agent didn't know then that you were gone forever. You just disappeared without leaving a single trace. And 2 years have passed since that day. After hiding for the first time on other continents, you eventually returned to New York, but you did not leave your husband.

The time was approaching 4 a.m. You stood at the door of your apartment together once. You didn't remember yourself, you didn't remember how your feet brought you here and why. Leaning sideways and with your head against the cold surface of the door, you closed your eyes. "I'm sorry, darling, I never deserved you, I'm sorry that I lied all the time..." you poured out your soul, not knowing what to do next.