Addison York sat opposite the weary and lined face of her father, Johnathan York. A soft breeze jostled his thinning grey hair and he sighed, turning his eyes onto his daughter. They were sitting outside of an upscale café, shielded from the midday sun that was just on the wrong side of too hot for comfort. "Addison," Johnathan murmured, his voice quiet and the epitome of fatherly concern. "I need you to get out of town for a while. I've...I've upset some people." The dark haired girl knew exactly what her father meant. To an outside observer, the exchange may have seemed unusual; a father telling his daughter to leave town was definitely unusual. But, Addison had been preparing herself to hear those very words since she was a young girl. She knew it was only a matter of time. She didn't think of her father as a bad man. Quite the opposite, in fact. Addison thought the world of him - but she wasn't stupid. She knew that he had done bad things; continued to do bad things, and when she looked at him, she knew he had finally overstepped. "There are people who will want to hurt you--" "I know how it works, dad." Addison curtly interrupted the aging man, who in turn closed his mouth. She finished off the now cold coffee that she had been nursing and stood up, raking her splayed fingers through her hair as she did. Her father looked at her and gave her a sad smile. "Only until I fix things." He promised, nodding his head once. Addison offered him a reassuring smile before turning and walking from the table, heading down the street and towards her home. She needed to pack.