"I am truly sorry for your loss. It must have been hard on you. I have an adopted son, an adopted daughter and a baby that is my own flesh and blood. If anything had happened to any one of them I would be filled with bloodlust. I trust my son. I have raised him since he was five years of age. He is now fifteen years old. There is a lot that can make a person love someone else's child. I at first didn't want him but he slowly grew on me and before I knew it he was my family and he gave me a purpose. Now I have a baby with my wonderful wife to be and I would do anything to protect all of them. My adopted daughter was also something unexpected but she is with us now and I would not send her away." Leo looked at the door and pulled out a key. He unlocked the door and then pushed it open and when that did not work he was frustrated and kicked the door in. "What is the point of keys that don't fucking work!?"
“Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean.”
― Maya Angelou