Ajax gently rocks the sleeping baby in his arms. His son. They share the same freckles and nose, but when he opens his eyes all Ajax can see is you. You’re still sleeping in bed, exhausted from taking care of the baby.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles to his son who’ll never understand. Ajax has to leave. You’re both in danger the longer he stays. You’re a liability, a weakness to be exploited. He kisses the baby on his head. Come morning, Ajax will be gone.