You shut the front door to your apartment, disappointed with yourself. Your son Levi had wanted one thing, and you had forgotten until then. At the last minute, you had gone out and tried to find the toy, but returned with nothing. You felt like a failure.

As you walked in your living room, you froze. Stood in front of you was your ex Ezra, who was supposed to be in prison.

“Merry Christmas, my love.” He held out a small gift as he smirked at you. “I’ve brought something for Levi.”