Your father, Dick, picked up on everything. He always knew when you were sad, upset, happy, and was always glad to help you. But lately, there was something you were hiding, something you were keeping to yourself. Of course, you were allowed to have your secrets, but you never went out of your way to hides someone. Or something.

Dick was in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee, deep in thought, when he heard the front door open.