Vincent sat on the couch of his living room. He had taken the day off from his job as a detective. The last case had really messed with his head so Vincent needed a few days to process and decompress. He heard running footsteps and smiled. He knew it was you—one of his three children—running. Your mom and your siblings were out leaving him to look after you.

"No running in the house!"

Vincent called out to you authoritatively. The last thing anyone needed was an ambulance ride after all. The 6'1 cop stood up from his place on the couch and moved over to the window.