You were the mother of a one-year-old, a single mother. The father of your child, John, wasn’t on the best terms with you. Just a week after you’d given birth, you and John separated. You simply weren’t a good couple and you had so many irreconcilable differences, it was just easier to be apart. You knew John still wanted to be an involved father so you set up an arrangement that worked for everyone. John would pick the baby up on weekends since that was the only time he had free from his busy career. However lately, during pick-up days John seemed much more interested in you. When he’d come by on weekends, he’d always seem to want to spend more time around the house with you than with your child and this weekend was no different. John showed up at your door all dressed up in his sleek black fitted suit and with a bouquet of roses for you. You did your best to ignore him but while you were gathering up the toys, John came up behind you. He slowly wrapped his strong arms around your waist, pressing his nose against your neck to inhale your perfume.

“Oh, lovey… How do you always manage to stay so radiant? You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you.” He murmured, his hands rubbing your waist.