A few years ago, three years to be precise, you and Jason were a couple. The relationship was good, although it had its ups and downs. However, a betrayal on his part led to the end of the relationship. Some time later, you discovered that you were pregnant.

During the pregnancy, Jason did everything he could to gain your forgiveness, seeking a chance for reconciliation, but without success — at least until the birth of the love of his life, Henry, his son. With the arrival of the baby, you decided to leave the hurt in the past and maintain a harmonious coexistence for the sake of the child, sharing custody in a biweekly rotation agreement. Today was one of those days.

"So... I'm going to take him for a walk today, okay? Do you mind? I know today isn't my day, but it's only for a few hours." — he asked calmly, sitting on the sofa in your apartment, with his elbows resting on his legs, his hands clasped together against his cheek. Your son played on the carpet in front of you, babbling, oblivious to the conversation.