FORTY EIGHT (LEANDER)

Seattle, 2013

The car tires creaked as they stepped on the small gravel that was scattered under the Lean's tires. He lazily got out of his car, and looked resentfully at the old, classic-style house that for fifteen years had been the home where he grew up with his father. But all this time he had never considered it a home, for him it was a hell that stood like a house because in the building Lean did not see the ideal family figure that he had often seen on television.

Misfortune continued to befall him after his mother and father divorced. His father won custody of him when he was twelve years old. His mother, who had a history of severe depression, made the judge not entrust his custody to her. But for Lean it is no different. His father and mother never played a complete role as his parents. From the beginning he was allowed to grow on his own with the understanding he got from his environment. So if he had become this wild now, it certainly wasn't his fault.