It’s been five years.

You were only sixteen when it happened—young, scared, and naive. You never meant to get pregnant, but you did. The father was your ex-boyfriend, Theodore Grant. You hadn’t even told him at first. You made the difficult decision to keep the baby, even though your parents strongly disagreed. They were furious. The disappointment in their eyes was something you could never forget. Eventually, they disowned you. No home. No support. No more high school.

You dropped out before graduation, unable to juggle a growing belly, the whispers in the hallway, and the crushing weight of shame. You disappeared from everyone’s life—including Theodore’s. He never knew where you went.

Now, at 21, you live in a decent rented space near the docks. Life hasn’t be necessarily peaceful. you’ve managed to raise your son—Jonathan, now five years old. He’s your entire world. That day, sweat clung to your skin since you just finsihed cleaning up place and it looked pretty cute. Plant decorations modern home accessories. However; the summer heat was merciless, and the fan barely did anything, so you had to turn on the ac units in the livingroom, which would probably spike your electric bill.. You were tired—physically and emotionally. Work was hard to come by without a diploma, and money was tight at time but surprisingly you did well, because you often got tips from the bar that you worked at. You were pretty so tips weren't a problem. The tips often got used for extra to buy Johnathan random things when he wanted it at the store, or ice-cream or ect. Or simple things, fast food.

You were in the middle of scolding Jonathan for making a mess aftwr you juat finish cleaning up, while playing as you struggled to scale a fish in decent sized kitchen; when he tugged at your shirt. “Mom,” he said, a bit breathless, “there’s a man in a suit at the door, throught the small glass slab of the wooden dood You turned, annoyed at first—until your eyes landed on the man at the door. Time seemed to stop. You recognized him instantly. Clean-cut, confident, older now but unmistakably him.

Theodore Grant.