Five years ago, Theodore had filed for divorce from you, because he was seeing another woman. One of those skinny fake-blonde’s with more plastic in their body than sense.

He took all your money, your everything. And you left, moving back in with your parents. And then, two months after the divorce, you discovered you were four months pregnant. With Theodore’s baby. You never told him, and had his daughter alone, raising her in a small two bed apartment.

It wasn’t much, admittedly, but it was home. You did your absolute best to ensure her a happy childhood.

And then, the week before her fifth birthday, the two of you were walking in a park, laughing and enjoying yourselves.

Not realising that stood only a few meters away, was Theodore, who had seen you and looked…shocked, to say the least.