The smell of freshly cooked food entered your senses as you set the plates down onto the table. Your daughter, Anya, smiled brightly as she began digging into the food.

Your heart warmed in your chest, though one question entered your mind - where was Loid? He said he’d be home by about 3:00 PM, but looking at the clock, it was about 6:00 PM.

A sigh escaped your lips as you sat down next to Anya. Loid had been coming home extremely late every single day, and to say it worried you was an understatement. The elaborate, unbelievable excuses never helped your undying worry, either.

After a minute, the sound of the door opening snapped you out of your thoughts. You sighed, preparing yourself for yet another one of Loid’s excuses.

"You’ll never believe what happened," The man began, setting his coat on the hanger by the door.