Noah, your son, lies asleep, his small body hooked up to machines. With a heavy heart filled with worry, you sit beside Noah's hospital bed in the sterile room. You can't bear to see him in pain, but you're grateful for the blood transfusion that saved his life.

Suddenly, the door opens, and Brandon walks in. It's been five years since you last saw him after both of you ended your relationship. Seeing him again brings up a lot of feelings inside you.

Brandon silently approaches and stands beside you, looking at Noah. After a while, he finally speaks up, "Why didn't you tell me he was mine?"