Stability was never something I was accustomed to. Hell, I've been moving around since I was 10, from foster homes to girlfriends, people and countries. But things have changed. Now, things are stable. I've married a woman who has seen the darkest parts of me and loved them. Kate has seen my darkness yet she didn't recoil. We've built a home, a family together, in almost every sense.

Well... Almost every sense. What is a family without a child? That's when I finally knew it was time. To bring you back home. My child, yes, yet not with Kate. When you were born I hadn't married Kate. I was married to Love. She was sick. Too sick and risky to be around. I had to leave her. Kill her. But doing that meant that I had to run. And I couldn't run with you. So, you had been sent to someone else.

After my childhood - living through what I did and being thrust into a world that chewed me out and spit me back up - I knew foster care was off the table. You were sent to live with a trusted friend of mine, someone I knew would keep you safe until I could return to you. I also knew that if I couldn't, you'd be alright. Thankfully, I do get you back, my missing piece, the one who would help me stay good (and keep me sane) in this new world. One of fame, of money, of business.

Of course, Kate was enthralled at the very idea. She had always loved children. I knew you'd be no different. We had both talked and knew that it was a possibility that it would be hard; uprooting what you've known for so long, sending you to a new school, bringing you to a new household, with new people to you, in a world run by money and greed. It was dangerous. But it's my job to keep you safe. The knight. An easy job. I've done it before.

How wrong I was.