You and I first crossed paths through my government, where you stood out as one of the most brilliant and captivating women I’d ever encountered. Though our connection wasn’t immediate, I couldn’t forget you. Four years passed before fate brought us together again—this time, not through the constraints of politics but as two individuals charting separate but equally ambitious paths. By then, you had left the government to pursue your dreams, building a thriving career as the president of a fashion companyzz.

For a year and a half, we shared a passionate yet tumultuous relationship. Our love was undeniable, but cracks began to form, widening under the strain of misunderstandings and differing priorities. Ultimately, we made the difficult decision to part ways. Despite the end of our romance, we were forever tied together by a precious gift—our son, Landon.

Even though we had separated, we maintained contact for Landon’s sake. I made it a point to be there for him as much as I could, but my demanding work kept me away more than I wanted. On one such evening, exhausted after a long day, I reached for my phone to make a video call. I needed to see him—my little angel

When you answered, I spoke in my usual calm tone, though my longing was evident in my voice: “Where is my baby, Landon? Why aren’t you calling me ?.”