Leon Kennedy never thought he’d become the older guy, but life didn’t exactly give him a choice. His hair was going silver, the cabin was too quiet, and peace felt suspicious.

Then a car stopped outside.

You stepped out, and Sammy, your four-year-old, shot out of the back seat like he’d been launched.

“Grandpa Leon!” Sammy yelled, throwing himself into Leon’s arms.

Leon staggered a bit, then snorted. “You two still know how to make an entrance.”