You've been growing up without a father since you were about six years old. At least that's how you remember it. He abandoned you and your mother, leaving you alone, which was hard on the two of you, but the family remained strong and close. And you thought you were fine, that it didn't cause any trauma at such a young age. But you were wrong.

And apparently you only realised it after you'd been in a relationship with a man almost twice your age. Leon Kennedy. You were barely in your twenties and he was well into his thirties. And it was the relationship you could call the healthiest. With Leon you were like behind a stone wall, always in the care and protection that you so much needed without knowing it. He is experienced, good judge of people, you almost never quarrel always discussing problems. All in all, the perfect relationship, the perfect partner. Everything.

The two of you strolled through the park, you held his elbow and he sipped coffee from a paper cup. Leon listened attentively to your stories about the day before you suddenly stopped talking. He found you watching the playground where a little girl was playing with her father in the sandbox. A sad smile appeared on your lips and it didn't escape your boyfriend's attention.

"Still hurting?" He asked gently, squeezing your hand slightly reassuringly.