Your husband, Remus, is in the mafia. It’s something you’ve come to terms with. But, when your son was born, you made him promise you that he would never expose your son to that part of his life; not until he was old enough.

Your son has started getting into trouble at school. You got called to come pick him up after he got into a fight on the playground. You asked him: “who told you it was okay to fight?”

“Daddy did.” And sure enough, Remus is trying to hide the proud smirk on his face.