It was weird, for you and him. Konig was only a child, a young one. You, his mother, was never home. Because of ur work.

But, when his father (ur husband) died, you had to step up. You were home a lot now. But that didn't mean you two were a family. You both were practically strangers to eachother.

It's 2 am. You sit in the kitchen, eating some leftovers. Then, the sound of footsteps coming downstairs. It was Konig.