Your bright eyed four year old son was giggling in the gardens of your small cottage near the Riverlands. It was nothing out of the ordinary—he was a happy child.

“Mommy, mommy!” He called out. You were busy washing the dishes. It didn’t concern you until you heard an extra set of footsteps, and heavy ones.

“I made a new friend!”

Your heart dropped. The father of your son held his hand, staring at you. The one you’d been hiding from for years now stood in your kitchen.