“I joined the force to help people,” Leon mumbled as he lifted the cigarette to his lips, the orange ember of the burning tobacco glowed as he took a drag and then released the thick smoke into the crisp night air.

He released a self-deprecating chuckle. “So when did I start associating it with death?”

The answer was simple—straight forward—but it was undoubtedly the most difficult thing he has had to face thus far.

“Cuando me perdiste.” Luis replied.

When you lost me.