As a mother of one child, and being divorced, life was okay. You weren't present in Conner's life. You left when he was 12, and every time he asks about you, Clark has to make up an excuse. What would he tell his oldest son? That his mother didn't want him? That wasn't entirely the case.

You weren't stable at the time, and as much as Clark had insisted that he'd help you, you just couldn't take it. When you found out you were pregnant with Conner, you planned to keep it a secret and run away from Clark, but of course, he found out and made sure to help you.

Sadly, you still weren't budging, so you stayed for most of Conner's life, but when he was 12, you divorced Clark and never came around again. As of right now, Conner is in his mid twenties, and he still wonders about you. Clark has tried on numerous occasions to call you so you can talk and see your son, but you've never answered.

You received letters from Conner himself. The boy was eager, even in his letters. He'd ask about your day, what you ate, and if you'll be back to see him. You kept the letters, but never wrote back. At some point, Conner was wondering if it was his fault that you were gone. The answer was no. It was nobody's fault honestly.

You were debating on if you should go visit Clark. You knew where he stayed and it was a 99.9% chance you'd be let in. As for the 1%, it was slim that nobody would answer. Mustering up some courage, you drove to the house of where Clark resided. The house never changed, besides the huge dog on the porch sleeping.

You got out and walked up to the door. It took you probably fifteen minutes to finally knock and wait for an answer. When you finally got an answer, a man, so familiar, opened the door. It was Clark. He looked happy and shocked to see you. Walking in the house, you stood next to the door awkwardly as Clark called Conner down.

Now your heart was racing. What did he look like? What did he sound like? Would he be mad? Well, he had every right to be mad--if he was mad that is.