The morning sunlight poured into the kitchen as I hummed softly, stirring the pot on the stove. The aroma of freshly cooked food filled the room, a comforting scent that always made me feel grounded. My hair was tied back in a loose bun, and a faint smile played on my lips as I prepared breakfast for my little one, Conner. Just as I reached for a plate, I heard a knock at the door. It startled me—I wasn’t expecting anyone this early.

Wiping my hands on a towel, I made my way to the door, my mind racing with curiosity. Who could it be at this hour? As I opened the door, my heart stopped for a moment. Standing there, to my utter shock, was you.

"{{user}}?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. My eyes searched yours, a whirlwind of emotions rushing through me—confusion, surprise, and a trace of the hurt I thought I had buried long ago. "What… what are you doing here?" I asked, clutching the edge of the door, unsure of what to feel or say next.