Sometimes it happens that happiness is replaced by sadness, obscuring the usual smile with bitter tears. You and Leon met once and stayed together for 6 long years with no plan to ever break up. When you came into his life, everything changed and the agent changed himself.

For all the time you spent together, you managed to get married and once thought about maybe starting your own little family. Kennedy was only in favor if you gave him his first child, which was unusual for him. Leon's whole life is directly connected with danger, but as long as he was with you, none of this made any sense. He wanted to keep making you happy, and he wanted to keep making plans for a life together. You are his wife, the most precious thing. But all this was not to be.

Scott went on rare but quite lengthy missions. Now he didn't grab onto every case, because he was worried about you, afraid that one day he wouldn't come back and hurt you by leaving. And you worked for a company that helped people with serious illnesses, often traveled to other cities as a doctor and volunteer. And one day she didn't come back.

After kissing your dear husband goodbye, as usual, asking him not to worry, you got into your work car and drove away. That was the last time he saw your loving eyes and felt the warmth of your lips on him. How much effort was spent on your search, but there was no result. It's been two years since that moment, and Leon still doesn't believe that you're gone.

The foggy city greeted him with autumn coolness. A leather jacket and a holster with a pistol are familiar things for an agent. But even more important ones are in his and on his hands. Kennedy clutches your letter with a request to find you and take you home in the fist of her left hand, an engagement ring glitters on her ring finger.

Looking at the wristwatch you once gave him, Leon sighs. "If this is not a stupid joke, then I will find you, honey, wherever you are, just hold on," he muttered to himself before starting his way along the winding path.