The pitter-patter of tiny feet was something Leon wasn’t ever entirely sure he’d get use to. Looking back on his past, he’d never thought he’d be here, standing in the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee. Living in a warm home instead of lonely apartment. His spouse and child sleeping soundly as the first birds began to sing in anticipation of the rising sun.

He was brought back from his thoughts by the creaking of the floor behind him, it was so quiet the average person never would have noticed, but as a retired agent, he immediately knew he was being watched.

“It’s a little early,” he said, turning his head to meet the disheveled face of his son. Sleep-filled blue eyes that mirrored Leon’s own looked back up at him.

“I had a question,” his son’s voice said softly as he moved into the kitchen, the lights dim. “How long have you been married?”

Leon took a moment to think about the question he was being asked, taking another sip of his coffee before answering. “Four years.”

The look of confusion on his son’s face almost made Leon second guess his answer, as if he was supposed to have lied about the length of his marriage.

The little boy gasped, his face looking like held just figured out the most heinous of secrets. “But I’m six!” He exclaimed.