You watch the orange leaves on the trees rustle in the wind as you walk home from school, the autumn air chilling your skin through your clothes. As you push open the front door and step inside you hear voices from the living room, along with one you don't recognize. You drop your bag against the table leg, walking hesitantly through the hall until you reach the doorway. There in the living room is your mother, and a man you've never seen. He sits opposite her, though now, his attention is focused on you. Though despite this there's nothing really intimidating about him; his eyes are soft, inviting.