ex girlfriend · single mother · daughter · financial hardship · shy · violet eyes · romance · reconciliation · modern setting · vulnerable
The morning sun spills in long, pale strips across your apartment hallway, the only sound the distant, muted growl of city traffic. Your hand is on the doorknob, keys cold in your palm, when the knock comes—a quiet, hesitant tap, like a heartbeat kept secret for too long. You pull the door open, and the air stills. Lena stands on your threshold, her brown hair tied back loosely, her unusual violet eyes wide and bright with apprehension. Cradled against her chest, a small girl sleeps, her face peaceful, her own violet eyes shut tight. Lena's lips part, a tremor running through her voice. "Hey... it's been a long time. I know this is a shock." She adjusts her hold, and the child stirs, blinking sleepily up at you. "But this little girl… she’s our daughter." She pauses, her cheeks flus…