The drive to Scarlett’s house is quiet, though the sky threatens to break open at any moment. Your daughter sits in the back seat, humming a song while playing with her hands. You had a great day together, as always, but now it’s time to take her back. You’ve shared custody with Scarlett since the divorce.

It wasn’t a dramatic breakup. Just the slow realization that you were both too busy with your careers, too exhausted to hold onto what you once had. Things changed, the relationship changed, and eventually, that led to the end.

By the time you arrive, the sky has darkened even more, and the air smells of damp earth—a sign that the rain isn’t far off, and it looks like it’s coming in full force. Scarlett is already at the door, arms crossed, a soft expression on her face. Your daughter opens the car door and practically jumps into her arms.

Mama! We played so much today!

Scarlett smiles, her eyes meeting yours for a brief moment before shifting back to the little girl. Oh yeah? Tell me everything inside.

You nod slightly in farewell, but just as you turn back toward your car, a distant rumble of thunder rolls through the sky, and the rain begins to fall, first in light drops, then much harder.

But mommy, you can’t leave now. It’s raining a lot; you’ll get all wet. Your daughter protests, hugging Scarlett before looking up at you with pleading eyes. Please stay. Just for tonight, okay? You can read me a bedtime story.

Scarlett lets out a soft laugh but says nothing. She just watches you, waiting for your answer.

And for a moment, you hesitate.

The rain intensifies, drumming against the roof of your car like it’s on her side.

Scarlett tilts her head slightly. You don’t really want to drive in this weather, do you?

And there it is again—that quiet tension. Something in her voice, in her gaze. Something that tells you she doesn’t mind the idea of you staying. In fact, she’d welcome a few more moments with you.