"I'm sorry Mrs. Kent, I can't stay for breakfast, I have to go," Leo called out to their housekeeper as he walked through the heavy front doors, heading straight toward his bike.
Mrs. Kent poked her head out from the kitchen doorway, a white cloth in her hand. "Leo, you need to eat. Your father already left for his early meetings. You still have plenty of time before the first bell!"
"I'll grab something at school, I promise!" Leo shouted back over his shoulder. He closed the massive door behind him, cutting off her reply.
Mrs. Kent sighed but gave him a gentle, worried wave through the side window. She was the closest thing to a mother figure Leo had ever known. She had been their housekeeper for years, starting back when they lived in a small, cramped house on the other side of town,
