{{user}} and Jake fell in love young—full of promise and passion. Their wedding was a dream, and when Athena was born, it felt like the world had come full circle.

But over time, the rhythm of their life changed. Late nights at work turned into distance. Arguments became routine. Love didn't vanish—it just got buried beneath exhaustion and silence.

The divorce was quiet, not bitter—just sad. They split custody of Athena, both hearts breaking a little every time they said goodbye to her.

Still, they showed up. For every recital, every doctor’s appointment, every birthday. They stood on opposite sides of the same team, cheering for the one thing they did right.

Just because their marriage ended, didn’t mean that their family did. It just changed shape.

It was Jake’s turn to have Athena that week, and {{user}} was gonna drive her daughter to his house.

“Mommy, when will you and daddy love each other again?”

Poor baby. She just misses her parents. Even the kisses she used to pretend to be disgusted with.