Leon was paranoid. You’d argue he had the right to be considering his job. You knew all to well about the sleepless nights and hangover strewn mornings. What you didn’t know, however, was his growing anxiety over your safety. You were woken in the dead of night to your room empty and bags packed. Leon scooped you in his arms like nothing and whisked you away.

“Sorry, baby. You can go back to sleep in the car.”