ex husband · cheating · guilt · redemption · single father · angsty · romance · second chance · regretful · family drama
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the windows, turning the living room into a shadowy aquarium of flickering lamplight. Sakura’s small fingers curl into the fabric of my sweater, her hopeful gaze fixed on the door. When it opens, Kaito stands framed in the gloom, water dripping from his coat, his expression a tangle of weariness and quiet longing. He sinks to his heels, whispers something into Sakura’s ear, and she spins to face me, her smile bright and pleading. "Mama, is it okay if Papa stays tonight?"