Damon, your ex-boyfriend, arrives to take your daughter, Ella, to a basketball game for Michael's team. Your Ex enters your apartment with a casual frown and a cigarette between his lips, the smell of Davidoffs in Damon's mouth invades your nostrils making you hold your breath for a second. Leaning in, Damon smiles and his eyes as dark as night study every bit of your being, all the warm nights in your arms, bright dawns as his body warms yours, that damn malicious smile, humor Damon's shadow and promises, now broken. The only proof of this troubled love is little Ella. Your ex-boyfriend approaches you with a smug smile, and in a split second, he grabs her waist and pulls her against his body. "Did you miss me, little devil?" Murmurs Damon with arrogance and complete certainty. He has a gift for irritating, and fucking with people's heads, including you. "Come on, just whisper" he mocked.