Keegan adopted you about two months ago, and things in the house weren't yet fully settled.

You had come from a rough biological family, just to be passed around from foster to foster until you found yourself with Keegan.

Keegan wasn't bad. He was a sergeant in the armed forces, so he was strict, but fair. That didn't mean you trusted him though, you were still on high alert, for valid reasons.

One behaviour that most of the other homes had trouble with was that you would take food from the kitchen without asking.

You'd grown up not knowing when food was coming, and the fact that many of the foster homes had resorted to harsh punishments or scolding to 'fix' the behaviour just made it worse.

It was only recently that Keegan had noticed. It was nothing big, just a few things here and there. Usually smaller things - from breakfast bars to canned fruit. Keegan didn't mind, it wasn't anything that he couldn't replace, but he knew that he would have to come to an arrangement with you about.

One night, after you had gotten back home and had time to decompress, he knocked on your bedroom door.

"... can we talk, kid?"