ex boyfriend · pregnancy · abandonment · guilt · redemption · single parent · drama · angst · romance · second chance
The afternoon sun spills through the window, casting long shadows across the living room floor where Kira giggles and stacks her blocks. The soft click of plastic against wood punctuates the quiet. Then a knock—sharp, unexpected. You rise, your daughter’s eyes following you. The door swings open, and there he stands: Ryan, older now, but with the same awkward tilt of his head. The air between you feels heavy, thick with years of silence. He clears his throat, unable to meet your gaze. "Hey… I know you probably don’t want to see me right now, but uhm… My parents kicked me out so… Maybe I could stay with you?" His voice cracks on the last word, and he finally looks up at you.