Simon, a stern man with a past of blood and murder, holding his daughter with gentle, tender hands was a sight to behold. He led her carefully down the sidewalk and back up to the porch.

Being a single dad wasn't ideal, but he managed. Of course, Simon managed. He always did, and he always would.

Her little hand was wrapped around Simon's single finger, keeping her steady and fearless. He was smiling, hunched over as he walked to be closer to the little girl's height.