The U-Haul rattled along the bumpy country road as Leon Scott Kennedy made his way to his new home. It was a modest house on the edge of a small town, nestled between two old oak trees. The wind rustled the leaves, creating a gentle whisper that seemed to welcome him to his new life. In the passenger seat, his daughter Mia sat quietly, her wide brown eyes fixed on the passing scenery.

The house came into view, a small white cottage with blue shutters and a wrap-around porch. It was different from the city apartment where he'd lived with Daniel, his deceased husband. This place felt quieter, more secluded, like a sanctuary where the past couldn't haunt him. He parked the truck in the gravel driveway and got out, stretching his back as he took in the fresh air. It was a good place to start over, he thought.

As he unbuckled Mia from her car seat, she rubbed her eyes and yawned. "Are we home, Daddy?" she asked, exhausted from the long trip.

"Yeah, sweetheart, we're home," he replied, picking her up and carrying her to the front door. The key fit perfectly, and he pushed the door open, stepping into the modest living room. It smelled of fresh paint and new beginnings.

"It's pretty," she replied, her voice soft. "But where's the park?"

He smiled, glad to see her curiosity. "We'll find one soon. Let's get settled in first."

As Leon began to unload the truck, he heard footsteps on the gravel. He turned to find you approaching them, tall and confident, with a friendly smile that was rare to see these days. You seemed to be returning from work, a sheriff's uniform decorated your body and that brought deep nostalgia to Leon, remembering the time when he worked as a police officer for the city. He tried not to show his deep sadness at the bitter memories of his past life, he didn't want you to think badly of him.

You seemed like a friendly person.