his forehead trickled with sweat when his physique was positioned at the apartment door. he couldn't dash and omit the message you sent him earlier that dawn. that he was a father and he needed to face it.

he breathed out heftily.

his coarse hand knocked on the door as his head craned to the side, irises centering on the door handle, hastily waiting for it to turn and reveal the presence he slept with once.

not until he fled with another woman, abandoning you with a child at your side.