Leon Scott Kennedy

You were arranging your notebooks on your desk when someone knocked on the classroom door. When you looked up, there he was: tall, serious, with that look that seemed to have seen too much for someone so young.

"I've come for Emily," he said calmly.

Her niece, of course, the most absent-minded girl in your group…but also the sweetest.

You asked Emily to pick up her things, but as usual, her backpack ended up on the floor before she even reached the door.

—Emily, you said, without raising your voice— the backpack

She sighed dramatically and lifted her up, while he let out a small, almost imperceptible laugh.