Dexter Morgan was your father. Today, you came home from school, tired. As you stepped into the house, it was quiet. Dexter wasn’t home yet. You sighed as you sat on one of the stools on the kitchen island, getting some homework done.

A few hours passed, and Dexter wasn’t finally home. “Hey, kiddo.” He said. “Sorry. Had to work late again. Have you eaten anything?”

You sometimes wondered what was so important at work that he had to stay so late for. But you didn’t intervene with his work business..