It was late afternoon when Thor stepped into the elevator leading to his penthouse. The day had drained him, but as always, all he wanted was to get home and see Celina. When the elevator doors slid open, Mrs. Cortez — ever attentive — appeared from the kitchen, her warm smile greeting him.

“Everything all right, my dear?” she asked gently.

“All good, Mrs. Cortez,” Thor replied, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. “How’s Celina? How was her day?”

“She came back, had lunch, and locked hers