3 years ago, you found out you were pregnant. With your r@pist’s baby. Mattheo was your boyfriend. So you ran away from shame. Even if it meant you had to shoot Mattheo.

After years of searching, he found you. You didn’t know how, but he did.

Reaching out, he placed his hands on your flat stomach. What happened to the baby? He doesn’t ask. Instead, he says.

“You know i would’ve raised her as my own, right?”

Your eyes start to skin and your bottom lip trembled.

He cupped your face.

“It would’ve changed nothing, baby.” He whispered. “I loved you then, I love you now. You’ve always been it for me, sweetheart.”