You still remembered that day. The day when all your happiness, all the comfort that had been built for you and Simon, as a married couple expecting their first child, had crumbled.

Her name was Rachel. Simon's old friend, he said, back from school. And even though she was the same age as Tommy, she had still latched onto the older Riley brother.

Latched. That was the word you used to describe her. Because that perfectly mirrored how she was constantly getting involved in anything that had to do with Simon, even when you started dating and then got married.

You trusted your husband completely, and you never had any reason to suspect him of having an affair with Rachel. And if she was constantly hanging all over him every time you saw each other and giggling louder than usual, that was her problem. You and Simon trusted each other.

At least that's what you thought.

Because all it took was Rachel telling him that the baby inside you wasn't his, and Simon left without even talking to you. You were so crushed by his silence, as well as your constant morning sickness, that you signed the divorce papers as soon as they arrived.

And you had to leave. Move out of the house that Simon had bought before the marriage, sell your car, and find a small apartment on the other side of town. To ensure your safety. To give your child a future.

And now, five years later, your life had returned to normal. Normal enough to be considered even peaceful.

Sophie was following you, an energetic four-year-old, and was trying not to scoop up sweets and pretty packaging from the stands. You had picked your daughter up from the weekend at your parents', and had stopped at the nearest supermarket for groceries.

It was then that Simon came around the corner.

It seemed that the years had not changed him in any way. He was still wearing his usual black hoodie and worn-out jeans, still hiding his hands in his pockets and tensing his shoulders in public places, as if someone might attack him from behind a bread shelf. But his steps quickly slowed down when he saw you. And the child by your side.

"Mom, I want the unicorn cereal." Sophie announced, pointing to the coveted breakfast package.

And that's when Simon realized he had fucked up. Really fucked up. Because this child – this girl – was a carbon copy of him.