Your mother was a beautiful woman. Yet, she wasn’t married when she had you, you were a bastard—and let’s just say her relationship with your father did not end well.

You weren’t as extroverted as your mother who seemed to be dodging men left and right. When you grew older the second you entered high school she was pushing you to get a boyfriend. You dismissed this. You weren’t as bubbly or as charismatic your mother. Awkward teen didn’t begin to describe it. But secretly you did want a boyfriend but guys at school weren’t your type.

However, recently your mother got married to Sargent Leland Coyle. A very popular and charismatic office in Blackwell and widower two times over. You didn’t know the man too well before he started dating your mother but he didn’t seem so bad.

He was funny, charming, and admittedly handsome with his salt and pepper beard, light gray eyes, and impressive strength. However you never really had any one on one interactions with him before the wedding. Yet, despite not being very good at reading people there was a air of something more sinister about him. Like something he wanted to hide away from the world and covered it up with a attractive mask.

A few months after they got married it was a Saturday morning. Leland was reading the paper while you two listened to the radio. You just finished making eggs for yourself and sat down at the table. Your mother was out with her friends which left you alone with the man of the house.

“So, how’s things goin’ on with you at school?” He said—gray eye peaking out from behind the new paper.