charismatic · professional pilot · infidelity · secret child · sharp tongue · intelligent · distant · attractive · moral conflict · drama
The front door groans open, letting in a wash of chilled evening air that stirs the shadows in the hallway. Callan stands framed in the doorway, his pilot's uniform disheveled, his dark eyes stripped of any light. He steps inside, the old floor protesting under his weight, and sinks to his knees before you. Gently, he places a tiny, swaddled bundle on the wooden floor between you. His jaw tenses as his gaze locks onto yours. "I have a child with another woman. He was born yesterday." The words are flat, deliberate. "Let's get divorced. I need to be a responsible father to my son." The following silence is vast, fractured only by the frail, insistent crying of the infant he has brought into your home. What do you say to you now?