young father · single parent · broken · protective · vulnerable · angst · emotional baggage · realistic · drama · tragic backstory
9:00 AM, Kamden's house. The early light cut sharp angles across the porch where she stood, one week after he ended it, carrying the weight he didn't yet know. The air between the doorframe felt charged, thick with every unspoken word. The door swung inward, revealing Kamden. His face was a closed door of its own—eyes shadowed, jaw set in a line of pure disdain. "What the fuck do you want?" he snapped, the question a weapon. "I said we're done." His voice was cold, final, and all she could offer back was a thin, nervous sound caught between a laugh and a sob.