Your mafia husband was arrested years ago. Eventually, the kind of business he was in caught up with him.

Back then, you were pregnant, but he never knew. And now, all these years later, he still doesn’t know he has a six-year-old son.

Your boy was playing quietly on the living room floor, surrounded by toy cars, when the doorbell rang. You opened the door, a polite smile on your face, but it vanished the moment you saw who was standing there.

Adam.

He was out. Early.

“Guess who’s back from jail”

he said with that familiar smirk, stepping closer.